Yep, that pretty much describes most boys in grammar school/early junior high. That might be a buuuurn! if I still felt that way; however, you’re the one equating “cutesy” with being a “fag”. I just find it cloying and saccharine and (for the billionth time) infantile. But by all means, keep making jabs because I called out one of your pet words as moronic. As this highly judgmental internet acquaintance (who, of course, believed they were anything but judgmental, and were only fighting the good fight to point out the hypocrisy and narrow-mindedness of the stupid fools that ruined society for the rest of us) once said: “All it influences is my opinion of you”. Though she would have put the period inside the quotation marks.
Fuck no–of course I’m being judgmental. That’s the beauty of the Pit. I get to sneer down my nose at you, and you get to sneer down your nose at me. It’s one big happy sneer-party.
That’s because she possesses infinitely more wisdom than you can ever possibly hope to attain.
Damn. I was going to give you points for self-awareness, but then you had to type that last sentence. Still, if you’ve got shiny objects on your tits, I guess I can let it pass.
In my favor, I’m also unspeakably modest.
I suppose as long as we avoid going to certain eating establishments, we can hang out.
I swear, the SDMB is full of masochists.
“Oh, yeah, baby! Flame me more!”
Sort of makes my point for me. A pain-killer masks symptoms and allows the underlying condition to get worse. Losing weight might allow the condition to improve on its own. Which sounds like better medical practice? To relate back to the original post that you were commenting on, if the only reason you see the doctor is to get a pain-killer instead of finding out what the problem is and what steps you can take to make it better, you might as well not go in the first place.
I would apologize again for the continued hijack, but this thread has devolved into a miserable back-and-forth about punctuation and diction (which means choice of words, not proper enunciation, by the way). So this is my mini-rant for this thread: please, enough with “sammich” and punctuation squabbles. How about some more mini-rants!
Roddy
While I might *make myself *a sammich (and delight in calling it such, repeatedly, because “sammich” is fun to say… sammich sammich sammich), I highly doubt I’d ever *order *one, unless the menu explicitly designated it as such.
I prefer sangwiches, myself.
How do you feel about baghettis?
Is that hopeful or bloody?
Sounds like the wasps are afraid of cats.
First of all I realize you don’t have eyes in the back of your head I’m merely requesting that in the absence of vision you refrain from wild gestures with your umbrella. Not wanting to be smacked because you talk with your hands does not make me the bitch.
To the group of idiots on the escalator - stand on the right, walk on the left. It’s not rocket science and even if it’s not common practice to you, I would think that after the second person said “excuse me” and moved past you you might STOP moving back to the left side. It’s rush hour and you’re really lucky talky lady with the umbrella didn’t get off at this stop because she would have smacked you silly by now.
Why yes it’s been wonderful commute so far, thanks for asking.
But, but, but if I’m not directly beside my companion(s) on escalators, stairs and sidewalks at all times, they might lose me, or worse, forget I’m with them!
So, how about “sammy” then? That’s the one that really makes me raise an eyebrow.
Damn you Verizon.
When I call up and shout that my landline is so full of static I can barely hear the customer service guy on the other end the proper response is an apology, credit and a promise to fix the problem ASAP. The wrong response is tell me to purchase a cell phone you fucking morons.
Admit you’re not interested in providing decent landline service and be done with it, you incompetent dimwitted scum sucking assholes.
You’re kidding me. You escalated, right?
I live in Vegas too. Hell, at least you work nights when it really cools off to about, 95 - 98 degrees.
I just got back from lunch and the thermometer in the ride read 108.
O wait!!! It’s a dry heat!! My ass.
ETA While I’m thinking about it the only thing shiny that shoud be on boobs is a nice charm on the end of necklace nestled right between them so when you get busted you can say "I was looking at her necklace!! I swear!!
dumb cold. I would really like to sleep at night. There’s no infant in my house right now. I should not be sleeping less than I did with a six week old baby. grumble, grumble, grumble.
Also, I miss my husband. He’ll be home in three days, but the empty bed isn’t helping my sleep habits either. 
No alas.
I asked for his supervisor who promptly put me on hold for twenty minutes and then let the line disconnect on me. My hatred for them knows no bounds right now. I work at home and have no need of a cell phone but you can bet I’m looking into it.
I anticipate another shouting match with them tomorrow but they clearly don’t give a flying fuck about their landline business. I’ve written them in the past after my phone went out for a full week about two years ago and was basically told tough shit until they finally got around to fixing it.
I would switch but AT&T wants $62 for a new connection. Twenty miles from mid-town Manhattan and I can’t get reliable phone service. It’s disgusting.