The Dirty Dozen, Ronin, The Good the Bad and the Ugly, Bullitt, and eight hours of The Weather Channel. Cool.
BTW, The Good the Bad and the Ugly was just remade. I saw it in a broadway-type theater last week…
Featherlou - would it be nice for Jon to do something like that? Yes! Will he? I’d say the probability is low, and I don’t even know him…
And doesn’t the tune go: Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum? Now there’s an idea. Ever had a Rootbeer float with Catpain Morgan…ohhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh RUUUUUUUMMMM…
Dave’s away this weekend, too. Howzabout you come hang out with me? We can eat pizza, drink beer, burp, and be messy.
I will not be in just underwear, so that defeats the whole purpose. Sorry.
I’m quite certain he’s not thinking along these lines - that’s why I had to make the suggestion. Trying to help out my buddy there! 
My husband has been mostly in the bachelor mode for the last year. Sometimes I’ll ask what he’s having for dinner, and he’ll tell me “Cocoa Puffs and cherry Coke” (he doesn’t drink beer) I also know he’s done the eating-over-the-sink deal. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t consort with floozies, altho he went out to lunch with my youngest sister a few times. :eek:
Anyway, being one of the older and wiser members of the board, I feel it’s my duty to help guide the young 'uns. No need to thank me - it’s my pleasure!
Ha! I have a maid service to do all that stuff! How much more love can I show?
Like FCD I don’t drink beer. And no one delivers Pizza out where I am.
So keep trying, boys!
The underwear should be white. That way when you wipe your cheeto stained hands on em you leave a big orange streak. This is a fashion must for weekend slouching.
Right then you’re in.
umm… ok get you some wine then, and pizza I think we are smart enough to go pick some up. Hell Phlosphr if JC doesn’t want to do it come to my house and they do deliver pizza there!
Been lobbying for the “slob” position on Queer Eye for the Straight Guy again, swampy?
It’s like this, some guys are slobs and ain’t nothin’ gonna change that. Since I am a gay slob, I figure I can show straight slobs how to do it with style.
JC hard liquor is acceptable. And if ya don’t do that either, then just swig straight out of two liter soft drink bottles. No glasses or cups allowed.
Leave the seat up.
Blasphemers, the lot o’ ye. Stealin’ our song–
Actually, ye make blasted good pirates. Carry on.
~Captain Ferry o’ The Ted
See if they’ll make a special visit to your house just a few hours before your loved ones return.
Then go with wine or hard stuff. And there has to be a pizza joint somewhere near your route home tonight. Phone in an order (for enough to last the entire weekend, mind you), pick it up on the way home, and your meal prep for the weekend is done.
Oh yeah, I concur with the idea of lots of guy flicks. Stop by a Blockbuster on the way home, and pick some up.
What a fine opportunity to work on burpsongs.
Here’s what to do:
Scratch yer balls.
Turn on loud TV/music/sport.
Scratch yer balls again.
Order pizza.
Drink several cans of beer.
Get naked with yer belly floppin and yer little guy swinging in the wind.
Quickly pull T-shirt on while receiving pizza.
Drink more beer & eat pizza.
Maybe have a wank.
Scratch yer balls again, just for good luck.
Burp, fart, ballscratch.
Leave the SEAT UP on the john.
Sleep on the couch with the TV on.
Then tidyeverythingupjustbeforeshecomesback. No need to do a good job: doesn’t matter how tidy, because you being a Real Man™ will never get it as tidy as it should be.
For the true bachelor experience, you need not to have washed the dishes for a month. Since you’ve only got a weekend, you’ll have to simulate it.
So, for dinner one night, you should eat Froot Loops out of a bundt cake pan. Using a measuring spoon.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, now, there’s such a thing as too much. We don’t want to get him divorced, now.
I’ve always heard it as “Yo Ho Ho Ho”. So, in my opinion there aren’t enough ho’s in your title. You need more ho’s.
Bachelor’s Log: Night One.
Have consumed an entire freaking bag of Doritos along with some dip I made out of some powder and sour cream.
Bloated like old fat Shatner.
Note to self:
Important.
Never…ever mix honey wine with rootbeer again. Nothing good can come of it. Lesson learned.
Played Knights of the Old Republic.
Watched several DS9’s.
Ooooh…
I hope you left a trail of Doritos crumbs between the recliner and the fridge.
Hrmm…