Love is, apparently, pretty easily effected by grappa.
My head hurts, and I am very tired this morning.
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GreasyKidsStuffMOMMM!ROAST BEEF WANTS TO KISS GIRLS ON THE TITTIES!Registered Userregular
the answer.
Girl I made drink plans for next week with and I decided to bump our date up a week because why wait till her exams are done, that's silly
We're watching Godzilla vs Megalon aka the worst Godzilla movie at my place and it's gonna be great (I hope)
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GreasyKidsStuffMOMMM!ROAST BEEF WANTS TO KISS GIRLS ON THE TITTIES!Registered Userregular
the answer.
Also I thought "the answer" was a reference to Ronnie James Dio singing "love can be seen as the answer" on Black Sabbath's 'Heaven & Hell' but I guess it isn't
Also I thought "the answer" was a reference to Ronnie James Dio singing "love can be seen as the answer" on Black Sabbath's 'Heaven & Hell' but I guess it isn't
Girl I made drink plans for next week with and I decided to bump our date up a week because why wait till her exams are done, that's silly
We're watching Godzilla vs Megalon aka the worst Godzilla movie at my place and it's gonna be great (I hope)
Terrible monster movies, you say?
I've wanted to watch it for a while — ever since I saw it at the video store! This is a perfect opportunity to do so, because she's totally down with bad movies.
[...] achieving a singular purpose against statistically long odds.
Might I also suggest the Gamera films? A low(er)-budget Godzilla ripoff with the goofiest flight style this side of the Pumaman. Friend to children and lovers of bad movies everywhere. I know Walmart used to sell these giant 50-movie DVD collections for $10, at least one of which had several Gamera flicks on it, as well as a ton of other great low-budget sci-fi from the 60's and 70's.
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GreasyKidsStuffMOMMM!ROAST BEEF WANTS TO KISS GIRLS ON THE TITTIES!Registered Userregular
the answer.
I don't remember seeing any Gamera films at the store but I can look. Might be worth investigating for another time.
You're talking to a Godzilla buff, so... I'm aware of Gamera.
You guys are making me hungry with your talk about pickles, forks and sirloin
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Clint EastwoodMy baby's in there someplaceShe crawled right inRegistered Userregular
I may have told this story here before but it's pertinent regardless.
I wait tables for a living. For two glorious months, there was a man who regularly came in by himself on sunday night around 830 and requested a female server upon being seated every time. Comb over, extremely tight khakis, tie tied too short, etc. He would splay himself out of his chair into the aisle so he could display his cock outline through his pants to whoever was unlucky enough to wait on him.
Now, in addition to being an unrepentant pig, the guy also ha revolting eating habits. Always requested a whole lemon, cut in half horizontally, for his water. Would eat the complimentary bread loaves like a watermelon: cut it open end to end and ate the inside like a big piece of watermelon, then leave a slobbery crust husk on the table. He would have about 6 of these crust husks by the time he left. Finally he always, without fail, sent his dish back (he ordered the amalfi every time and complained about the sauce every time).
To top it all off, aside from being a gross sleaze to women and a repulsive obnoxious diner, he also tipped, at most, a dollar. The last straw was when he left one of our waitresses half of a dollar bill and wrote "you were lovely, and you have a great ass." As well as his phone number on it. That half a dollar bill was her tip.
Fpr the next three weeks I was his designated waiter. I gave him, bar none, the worst service possible without actually spitting in his food/face. He stopped coming in after that.
I can't overstate how nice a long car ride alone with the person you love is. We took a nice little bubble with us to Quebec City and came back the next day. Had good talks the whole way there and back, feel even closer now. Had a bunch of nice dreams about the future we shared with each other.
My grandfather passed away yesterday, and my girlfriend pretty much immediately took measures to take the day off for the funeral and drive me back up there. Meanwhile, I'm on vacation, so I'm having a really weird week.
(I'm okay, by the way. I barely knew him. My mom's taking it harder so my biggest concern is giving her support right now.)
The last straw was when he left one of our waitresses half of a dollar bill and wrote "you were lovely, and you have a great ass." As well as his phone number on it. That half a dollar bill was her tip.
It's an interesting experience to vomit with rage; thank you for that, Clint.
I thought it was Show Kindness to you enemy as they will least expect it.
The other day at the grocery store I saw on a board a letter with a bunch of pics on it
The letter stated they got STD from one of them and gave it to the rest
It was recently one of the most bizarre things I had seen
Why would be so hard to discreetly tell these people what went on rather and post it pubically for all to see?
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But what am I so afraid of?
that you're not sure of a love there is no cure for?
For Lovers
Isn't that what life is made of?
preposterous
My head hurts, and I am very tired this morning.
We're watching Godzilla vs Megalon aka the worst Godzilla movie at my place and it's gonna be great (I hope)
you lately
that I love you?
Have I told you
there is no one else
above you?
but they're listening to every word I say
Terrible monster movies, you say?
BUT NOBODY BLEEDS FOR THE DANCER
Because I chose based on the former.
I've wanted to watch it for a while — ever since I saw it at the video store! This is a perfect opportunity to do so, because she's totally down with bad movies.
You're talking to a Godzilla buff, so... I'm aware of Gamera.
I don't even know how to start to tell him how wrong everything he just said is
(ps cabsy your tumblr is great).
Yeah, I'm just constantly fighting 'em off.
So anyways, about that pickle fork
Or tuning fork.
but they're listening to every word I say
I wait tables for a living. For two glorious months, there was a man who regularly came in by himself on sunday night around 830 and requested a female server upon being seated every time. Comb over, extremely tight khakis, tie tied too short, etc. He would splay himself out of his chair into the aisle so he could display his cock outline through his pants to whoever was unlucky enough to wait on him.
Now, in addition to being an unrepentant pig, the guy also ha revolting eating habits. Always requested a whole lemon, cut in half horizontally, for his water. Would eat the complimentary bread loaves like a watermelon: cut it open end to end and ate the inside like a big piece of watermelon, then leave a slobbery crust husk on the table. He would have about 6 of these crust husks by the time he left. Finally he always, without fail, sent his dish back (he ordered the amalfi every time and complained about the sauce every time).
To top it all off, aside from being a gross sleaze to women and a repulsive obnoxious diner, he also tipped, at most, a dollar. The last straw was when he left one of our waitresses half of a dollar bill and wrote "you were lovely, and you have a great ass." As well as his phone number on it. That half a dollar bill was her tip.
Fpr the next three weeks I was his designated waiter. I gave him, bar none, the worst service possible without actually spitting in his food/face. He stopped coming in after that.
You did good, Clint.
So they send me
My grandfather passed away yesterday, and my girlfriend pretty much immediately took measures to take the day off for the funeral and drive me back up there. Meanwhile, I'm on vacation, so I'm having a really weird week.
(I'm okay, by the way. I barely knew him. My mom's taking it harder so my biggest concern is giving her support right now.)
It's an interesting experience to vomit with rage; thank you for that, Clint.
That's a very polite reaction to a disgusting situation.
Almost Canadian-polite.
And then also the feces on his head
Boy I'm feeling crass tonight
The other day at the grocery store I saw on a board a letter with a bunch of pics on it
The letter stated they got STD from one of them and gave it to the rest
It was recently one of the most bizarre things I had seen
Why would be so hard to discreetly tell these people what went on rather and post it pubically for all to see?
That's what caused the problem in the first place I think