A co-worker’s brother is a tile guy, and he walked off a job for one of these shows, I think it’s the “inspirational” one where they re-do a house for a wounded vet or a family with 18 foster kids or whatever. Anyway, apparently there was so much pressure to do a half-assed cheap job, he quit halfway through.

I once told a Macy’s salesperson, sorry I’m too fat to shop in your store, and left my several hundred dollars worth of merch on the counter in front of her snotty ass after a snotty remark. Do you suppose it’s a managerial edict to get the fatties out of store (and don’t come back!) or just a moron?

“Mad Magazine Theater” was gold though. Still can’t find it anywhere in the tubes.

Euwwwwwwwwwww

When I have to pee in the middle of the night, sometimes I dream that I’m in some public place looking for a bathroom, but when I find one all the toilets are so disgusting I can’t use them. Then I wake up.

Or, they bought this snake oil at a seminar from some douchelord.

Same, with a 71 Chevelle. I regret nothing!

I heard she later hooked up with one of the high fivin’ white guys.

The first new car I ever bought in my life, which I bought in my late 40's (a Scion xA, and this probably helps to explain why that brand is no more), was babied to a ridiculous degree. At eight years of age it was in perfect condition, less than 60K miles. I got one look at the FR-S and decided it was time for a…

What matters is the face.

Yup. I finished high school in 1980 and so should have been enjoying the next ten years with a variety of dudes. Instead I spent a good chunk of them terrified. The not knowing was the worst. And it went on and on. I recently re-read The Band Played On and it infuriated me and broke my heart, as it always does. We…

I check the schedule at the Buck Owens Crystal Palace (in Bakersfield and fab) pretty frequently, and I saw he was playing a show there, I think a month back or so. You know, good for him.

Me too. And burn it just a little bit.

A friend of mine worked thirty years on the night shift in a foundry in order to support, as a single father, five children. It was hot, loud, dangerous and miserable, and he hated it. But it was stable and came with medical insurance. THAT’s a man, THAT’s a father.

Wasn’t he the son in the “Count of Monte Cristo” remake of at LEAST ten years ago? how old a dude is he?

I’m bummed nobody at Gawker liked my idea of “most punchable face” bracketology. Oh well, another year! Because there’s no lack of them in our current civilization.

God, me too. It was a work thing and I had to hand my glasses to my boss to hold while I yakked. Good times.

oh never mind