Naw. Live and Let Die hasn’t aged well, but I remember it being good when it was released. Octopussy, on the other hand... that’s a bad movie. Even worse than Moonraker.
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A few years ago, when my son was an athletic teenager who could eat his weight three times a day, there was a local Mexican place that offered a tower of food that would be free if finished at a sitting. Think taco salad with your choice of protein. Now, turn the shell upside down and cover it in queso. Now, make it a…
Had a client once who had gout so bad that crystals would force themselves up and out through his skin. --shudder--
Best thing I ever did was marry the girl I married. But, that’s because we were and are, over the course of the last 30 years, willing to work together to address whatever it is we need to address.
Dang, I was really amped about getting one.
nonononono. I’ll bet dollars to donuts that Bob picked him.
The THRILL OF VICTORY and the AGONY OF DEFEAT!
Play a game with me. Get $100. Feels good, doesn’t it? Now, make a stack of 10 of them. That’s $1000, right? Cool.
Between sets, I’m watching the clock, so I don’t turn “rest” into more than that. Most of my workouts have specific work/rest periods. So, I’m never resting more than 60 seconds. Well, 60 + getting set for the next round. Because my trainer (read: son) is trying to kill me!
I didn’t want to have kids. Thought I was too selfish to be a parent. Then, one day, my wife and I had to have kids. Can’t explain how that happened—it was as if some bell had rung. I don’t know.
I MADE BREAD!
Local Bdub has ghastly service. GHASTLY. Had to take BWW off the A-list of restaurants. It’s a shame, because their dry rub desert heat wings are clearly superior.
I, too, lift in Vibrams. We should form a club.
Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should.
More important than a lap time:
Because it’s fun to blame the victim.
Didn’t you and I already have this conversation? You were going to move forward when your kid graduated. May or June.
My kids are either at or recently graduated from the University of Oklahoma. Daughter had an academic scholarship; son didn’t. Either way, it still ran about $10K per semester per kid. Tuition/books/fees/mealplan/rent. And that’s not counting the occasional “Hey, Dad!”
That’s why I say, “Hey, man, nice shot!”
Attorney, here.