I sometimes have debilitating plantar fasciitis and though I look fine, stairs can be a killer. Sorry I don’t fulfill your stereotype for someone who needs to take an elevator for one floor, but, hey, fuck you.

That makes perfect sense, but my bowels don’t work that way. Go figure.

A little off topic, but I am always amazed by what lazy asses people who exercise can be. I went to a gym once that had it’s parking lot moved about 50 years further away and people just bitched and moaned about it. One day at the front desk a couple people were doing it and said loudly, “Yeah, I hate having to…

Me too. I used to deliver sandwiches for a deli in a downtown area and I loved saving my farts when I delivered to some big bank or investment building. My little, probably ineffectual, effort to stick it to the man.

See, I don’t find that to be true for myself. For me, standing in one place is second only for sitting in terms of bowel pain. Maybe I have colon issues.

Take the elevator any time you damn well please.

If I’m in a rush to poop, I take the stairs. Stairs are quicker than elevators for a floor or two.

Just curious. Basketball is not my sport and I know nothing about the sanctioning bodies involved or anything like that. In the sports I do know, mostly swimming and track, an error like this could very well negate any results from the meets. Or not negate so much as make them unofficial. (in track and field, for…

This was in Nigel Tufnel stadium, right?

This seems really close to the punchline to that old joke about a priest taking his vows in St. Peter’s in Rome, “Wow. If this is poverty, I can’t wait for chastity.”

I assumed he was actually dead given the headline. But I am so unhip to inter tube hyperbolizing.

At least that means the dunkee is more likely to continue to get some schoolin’.

Nope. I just hang out with grownups with mature attitudes toward drinking.

The artist should have supplied a pattern of some sort. It looks like some sad towel she stole from a hotel for a walk of shame.

Especially if you are a woman with a great rack who wears nothing but a towel to a party.

“I already drank my share” is one I use sometimes. Regardless, if they don’t let my first answer go I tell them, truthfully, that my brother died of gastro-intestinal hemorrhaging from long-term alcohol abuse and every time I consider having a drink I think of him dying alone in his shabby apartment in a growing pool…

I more or less quit drinking about 15 years ago for health reasons and lost 75 pounds. At first it was a social problem, with all the issues related here. But the older I got the less it mattered to anyone. Once I rounded 40 drinkers and non-drinkers mixed more evenly than when I was younger where people tend to sort…

I’m looking at that picture and thinking, “Why would a hot babe show up at a party wearing a towel?” It seems to me that not drinking in that situation is a no-brainer and being the only sober one at the party is the least of her problems.

Only if you tell them it is alcoholic. If they assume that’s on them. What am I suppose to do? Not drink a refreshing beverage because someone might misconstrue it?

I have found the being the only sober person in a group sucks. But being the only non-tripping person in a group of acid or mushroom eaters can be HILARIOUS! I remember one party a couple of us kept resetting the clocks (we kept it at 11:11 for half and hour) and dimming the lights when people would change rooms. It…