:eek:
Uh-uh! Tweren’t me.
I don’t even smoke ciggies.
If it was me I would’ve taken the cuffs. 
I’ve had so many of my good t-shirts go missing out of the laundry room.
People suck. 
What I want to know is, howcum I never meet any short little redheads with fuck-me eyes? I lost my virginity to a redhead (on St. Patrick’s Day) all those years ago, and dammit, I want another one!
See, now that I understand. I am extremely familiar with the ‘fuck you’ eyes. That is probably not a good thing, is it?
Airman, you insensitive barbaric clod! Have you given no thought to her background and what may have happened in her childhood to lead her to a life of stealing heaters?
Quit your selfish bitching and concern yourself with why she did it. The fact that you’ve lost personal property takes a backseat to her self-image. Dismiss your loss and concentrate on her fellings. Asshole. 
And I could kick anyone’s ass at Galaga. What a great game. Right up there with Zaxxon. I miss the good old days.
If I have to agree with duffer twice in one day, I suspect I’ll have a fit of apoplexy.
Zaxxon sucks!
No, shit, I can’t make myself believe it. sigh
If paying that much won’t make you quit…you never will.
Just as an aside…
I pay $13.90 a carton for my Tahoes. That includes tax.
I’m going to have to go with you were pretty much asking for this one, Airman. Sure, it would be nice if you could leave stuff in a laundromat for 10 minutes without someone stealing it, but laundromats are not known for their non-theft properties. That’s pretty much universal, isn’t it? You even have to sit by your wash and watch it so no one steals it and/or takes it out and uses your paid-for washing machine.
You probably don’t want to know how much cigarettes cost in Canada. The shock might not be good for your heart.
Oh, you know you love it. Come to the dark side and feel the love. 
I was sitting at the gate at Newark yesterday, waiting for my flight back home to Cincinnati. There was a couple one bench over waiting for the same flight.
I happened to overhear their conversation, and dude was really excited about the prospect of having a short layover in Northern Kentucky.
“They’ve got cigarettes for less than four bucks a pack!”
More like eight bucks a carton on the low end. That’s one of the few good things about living in this shitty town.
And to think that when I was a wee sprat, you could buy a whole carton for four bucks! Heck, when I started smoking, they were only .55 a pack.
sigh Sad, yet true.
When I started smoking, they were $0.23 a pack. Put a quarter in a machine, pull the handle and you got your smokes with two brand new pennies under the celophane wrapper. If you rolled your own, like my grandfather did, Bull Durham was $0.05 per bag.
“Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister.”
I went to a laundymat and washed a comforter. You wanna know what was stolen from ME when I left it unattended for 10 minutes?
That’s right. The comforter.
Lordy. My Dad quit when they hit a quarter-too expensive.