Hm. I don’t have any Uncle Bobs. I do have an Uncle Mike, though, who is a moron. He had a truck with interesting user features. You had your choice of either headlights or the one functioning dial on the panel display. You could either see where you were going or know how much gas you had left. If you wanted to know exactly how fast you were going, you wouldn’t be able to tell how much gas was in the tank or see what was in front of you. I like to think of it as the Quantum Truck. Oh, and you could stick your feet through the floor and push, Flintstone’s style. Yeah, it was cool. He managed a Crystal Flash for a while. His kid, who later ran off to be a carnie*, worked the local Burger Barn.
Is that hijacky enough, FCM?
There seems to be an odd circus theme in my family. I can think of at least 3 people offhand who ran off to join the circus. My great-grandfather on my mother’s side (same side as Uncle Mike, actually) left his wife and hooked up with a circus performer with a wooden leg and dyed red hair. I have the photo where he returned and “reunited” with the family. The facial expressions on those attending were…interesting, to say the least.
I went to the hardware store this morning. But I didn’t buy any power tools. I got a bow saw though. (My bow is too big and I have to cut it down some.) Plus I got some lightbulbs. Katcha found a penny in the parking lot.
Is everyone posting more since we had to pay? You know, to get your five squids worth outta the deal? I think we have.
I should write something long enough to warrant signing. But I can’t think of anything. Not even a long slam against Portugal. I mean it is Portugal and they deserve it. But then again, it’s only Portugal. It’s not like they (as a country) will sneak up on you and steal your socks while you nap. At least not as far as I know.
I had socks on when I went to sleep last night. They were gone when I woke up this morning. Even though I found them on the floor when I got out of bed, can I still blame Portugal?
I don’t think you can blame Lichtenstein, scout. Those guys are way too disorganized to do any determined sock stealling. They’re always bugging Belgium for beer on the cuff and that one joker always screws up and parks the car in France without a permit, so they have to pass a budget ammendment to pay the impound fee.
The Dutch, though. Don’t turn your back on those guys, or they’ll steal you girlfriend. I’m not sure what that would mean in your case.
Just for Ex, in addition to eating well, I’ve been busy doing minor repair work, texturing, painting, etc. in my new office. I’ve built some shelves, assembled workstation furniture, hooked up computer equipment including a LAN. On the weekend, besides that other stuff, I cut the lawn with a big old powerful mower and also edged. I was sweaty and nasty by the end there, then I had me a beer or two while lazing on the hammock. I’d have bygawd killed some critter if’n he’d have wandered by as well. Unless it was a big scary spider. Then I’d have jumped up on a stool and screamed like a sissy!*
*Not really, but it seemed like a fitting end to that aside.
Ya want manliness? Ok, last Saturday, I manually vacuumed my pool and power washed the concrete around the pool. I also mowed the grass using both a riding and a push mower. Then I edged and used my weed whacker to trim around the fence. Afterward I quaffed a couple of beers while sitting out by the pool.
Oh yeah, and last Saturday night I had hot sweaty gay sex. What? It involved two men.
Hey, I have an Uncle Mike, too - what’re the odds? He was married to my dad’s sister Jean. When I was a kid, Uncle Mike worked for Pepsi - he was in charge of maintenance at the Baltimore bottling/canning plant. One of the bennies of working there was free soft drinks - not just Pepsi, but their flavored varieties, too.
And, coincidentally, Aunt Jean worked at Sweetheart Cup about the same time. So we got sodas and paper cups for free.
None of my other aunts or uncles worked in places that gave them cool freebies, but my daughter works at a carwash, so I can get my car washed for free.
And you wanna talk power tools? I’ve got a pneumatic framing nailer in my van this very moment. I’ll get to use it when we build our house. Envy me, guys!!
Last night I was drinking a beer (Newcastle) and alternately watching kickboxing and a DVD about chicks in swimsuits while waiting for the World Poker Tour to start. And while I was doing all of these manly things I was cleaning a shotgun.
I’m pretty sure I put it back together right. I’ll have to find out this weekend when I go shoot my guns.
Hey, Shibb, I don’t know if you vanity search, but your name just came up in skutir’s “Wanking” thread over there in the Pit.
sighSwampy’s having sex that involves multiple men, so how is it that I haven’t gotten a man in the sack in almost a year???[sub]Um, did I just say that in my “Out Loud” voice?[/sub]Something’s amiss.
Wintermute, I grew up in, and still regularly visit Humboldt County, home of the redwoods, great crab and a particular sweet-smelling weed highly prized for the medicinal properties of its leaves and buds. In fact, I am a third generation Humboldtian–my grandparents on my mother’s side were born on the Northcoast, as were their numerous siblings. I really am related to half the County by blood or marriage. And I, too, have an actual Uncle Bob. And Bill, Jack, Dan, Mickey, Mock and I’m spacing on the other names. Then there are the aunts–Lily, Doris, Bert, Billie, Bess, Pat, and a bunch of others–I won’t even start on cousins. Mendocino County has a lot going for it, as well–the Skunk Train comes immediately to mind, but I don’t know if I’m related to anyone down there.
Ex, were you so comsumed by my bra-buying habits that you failed to notice that I spoke of fast cars? Surely that counts as a manly endeavor and lessens the feminine impact of the bras?
FCM, didn’t the free soda go flat in the paper cups? Seems like Pepsi could have let the employees have free soda in bottles or cans. I mean, sheesh, it was a bottling/canning plant, it’s not like thay would have had to bring in bottles especially for employees to take home free soda pop. Shibb, I want a hammock. swampy, I want hot, sweaty hetero sex. But only with one man.
And not in the hammock.
Being a newlywed and also very modest, I shall refrain from mentioning the degree of hot sweaty sex performed at Chez Apricot … and instead leave it up to the collective MMP imagination.
[sub]Please don’t kill me Scout.[/sub]
There’s only ONE way to eat Cheez Whiz! - spread on graham crackers! Or on a hot dog, with Cheez Whiz on one side of the bun, peanut butter on the other, and Sophie’s homemade PEI chutney on top. So there’s only TWO ways to eat Cheez Whiz! I’ll stop now.
I don’t have an uncle Mike, but my brother’s name is Mike so my nephews have an uncle Mike. Uncle Mike is pretty cool - love him like a brother. Which is a good thing, because he is my brother.
We seem to have a lot of Dave’s in my family - I have an uncle Dave, my cousin is married to a Dave, and my cousin is dating a Dave. Gets a bit confusing sometimes - they are alternately referred to as Uncle Dave, Terri’s Dave, and Dave the drummer, though, so that straightens that out.
I’ve been meeting people through an online dating service, and so far 3 out of 4 have been named after current/past boss’ of my friend and I. Not a big weird - but strange to mention.
I don’t eat Cheese Whiz or Spam. My bras do come from Victoria’s Secret. I do need to go and get myself sized properly - I’m not sure I am wearing the right size bra. And no, I am not going to provide pictures for anyone to assess the fit.
Second, to all you who have some strange fantasy that I had hot sweaty sex with multiple men… I said it involved two men. In case y’all forget, I am a boy who likes boys, aka a man. I had hot sweaty gay sex with a man. A man plus me equals two men. Get yer minds outta the gutter already! Sheesh!
I don’t normally do “vanity searches” unless I’m looking for some thread I’ve already posted in. I’ll have to check that BBQ Pit thread; AFAIK I’ve never been pitted before, or accused of “wanking” for that matter. Nor do I have any idea who skutir is.
Well, I was looking for suggestions about cooking the roast, but feel free to give me wine suggestions, too, Shibb! Mr. Lissar isn’t home tonight, so I was thinking of cutting the roast up and cooking it tomorrow- doing a stew with carrots, lemon (I have some Meyer lemons I bought last week) and maybe fresh thyme if I pick some up. Any suggestions? It’s not the world’s highest-grade roast so I don’t feel bad about stewing it.
The beef came out of my freezer.
I’ve got one of those big chest freezers- ‘chest’ in terms of ‘boxy-thing-to-put-things-in’- and a friend of ours stores most of his booze in it. He’s not really supposed to keep it at home because his mom looks all sad at him. Anyway, he had this nearly full bottle of coconut rum. Last week I opened the freezer and found that the bottle was upside down, with the lid off. Empty. :eek: Somehow the last time it was opened the lid didn’t get put back on right.
So I have a whole freezerful of coconut rum soaked food. Well, at least the packaging is soaked. Any volunteers to clean it?
I don’t own a white bra. All my bras are black or red or purple and lacy. And Ex, you’re supposed to use your imagination! It’s more fun that way!
Due to recent budget cutbacks, I switched from fancy vodka to the cheapo Trader Joes brand (Vodka of the Gods or something). At only 10 bucks for a big ol’ bottle, I can put up with the cheap taste. Besides, I usually only make Vodka Tonics, so if I add a touch of lemon juice (yes, I know that sounds weird. You should try it, though) it tastes just fine. And like a good vodka drinker, I keep it in the freezer. Well, unfortunately, the cheapo vodka also comes with a cheapo cap, as I discovered last night when I went to make a drink. About a third of the bottle had leaked out, and made a slushy puddle that covered the entire bottom of my freezer. Makes me sad. I’ll be even sadder when I eventually get around to cleaning it up.
In other news, I just found out that we (we = me and gf) are going to be house sitting for a friend for the next 2 years. Yippeeeeeee. It’s a huge house about 2 blocks away from our little tiny apartment. Party at my house!! Hope the cats can adjust to it…
What Mr. Swampbear (sir) did NOT say: what is it about bras? H’come they all seem to wear out at once? I mean (sorry, guys) it seems to be A Rule – and it doesn’t seem to be fair for all of 'em to lose their …er… oomph at once.
(No Uncle Bob here – but I do have a first-cousin-once-removed Bob, if that helps)
