Phan Paul wrote:

swishnicholson wrote:I got a message from my kids' principal today, warning that an alligator had been spotted in the pond behind the school. That doesn't happen every day.

Apparently, alligators are becoming more common here in S. Arkansas.Even so, it would probably be news if one showed up at school. Where do you live? I'm guessing it was a pet at one time.

Haddonfield, NJ. A released pet is the likely theory, and it's not long after spring break so maybe someone thought it would be cool to catch one n Florida and then found it wasn't so cool to keep it in the house after a while. It's been reported as four feet long, so that probably means 2-2 1/2 feet.

However, there was a sewer line break into this pond not so long ago, so I like the theory better that it's been growing in the pipes of Haddonfield for the past thirty years or so, and fed to enormous size by radioactive waste dumped illegally by one of the Borough Commissioners is about to emerge from the pond to wreak havoc on the local Junior Women's Club.

It's just a theory, though.

I woke up yesterday and I had a tick on one of my love handle. I think its head is still in there.

I left to hit the corner store for a sixer to mess with while I'm packing, but when I waved to the little granny across the street, shes goes, "Hey son, god bless you, and DON'T DRINK TODAY!" Put me in a tight spot, but I stuck with the original gameplan.

If I get one more "DON'T PUMP GAS ON MAY 15TH" email I'm going to go buy a Jon Lieber truck just to piss that last person off.

Corollary, I love the irony of getting this email from friends/family who drive gigantic trucks/SUVs.

Bakestar wrote:If I get one more "DON'T PUMP GAS ON MAY 15TH" email I'm going to go buy a Jon Lieber truck just to piss that last person off.

Corollary, I love the irony of getting this email from friends/family who drive gigantic trucks/SUVs.

Speaking of which, can anyone corroborate this quote from such an email:

in April 1997, there was a "gas out" conducted nationwide in protest of gas prices. Gasoline prices dropped 30 cents a gallon overnight.

phatj wrote:

Bakestar wrote:If I get one more "DON'T PUMP GAS ON MAY 15TH" email I'm going to go buy a Jon Lieber truck just to piss that last person off.

Corollary, I love the irony of getting this email from friends/family who drive gigantic trucks/SUVs.

Speaking of which, can anyone corroborate this quote from such an email:

in April 1997, there was a "gas out" conducted nationwide in protest of gas prices. Gasoline prices dropped 30 cents a gallon overnight.

[url=http://www.snopes.com/politics/gasoline/nogas.asp]Snopes.com has addressed this...

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Bakestar wrote:

phatj wrote:

Bakestar wrote:If I get one more "DON'T PUMP GAS ON MAY 15TH" email I'm going to go buy a Jon Lieber truck just to piss that last person off.

Corollary, I love the irony of getting this email from friends/family who drive gigantic trucks/SUVs.

Speaking of which, can anyone corroborate this quote from such an email:

in April 1997, there was a "gas out" conducted nationwide in protest of gas prices. Gasoline prices dropped 30 cents a gallon overnight.

[url=http://www.snopes.com/politics/gasoline/nogas.asp]Snopes.com has addressed this...

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Nice. I just sent that link back to the DB who sent me the chain email.

I don't get these e-mails. What am I doing right?

He's flipped upside-down by a cable... Tuition sqaunders his retirement
He steps in a hole full of boiling water... eyes go un-crossed.
Go figure

VoxOrion wrote:I don't get these e-mails. What am I doing right?

You only share your email address with people who show a modicum of common sense and possess rudimentary B.S. detectors.

I believe Bells Mill Road and Forbidden Drive is the only stop sign in the world where drivers behave like they're supposed to at a stop sign. It's weird.

Free buckets of Rita's Water Ice in our break room

BigEd76 wrote:Free buckets of Rita's Water Ice in our break room

Stay away from the "lemon".

free late nite chats with 1 adams in the dsp

How out of control are the bartenders' tops at the CBP McFaddens on the games where it's hot out! Especially the beer tub babes. The cleavage spills to an absurd extent, and I NEVER thought I'd udder that phrase.

Grotewold wrote:How out of control are the bartenders' tops at the CBP McFaddens on the games where it's hot out! Especially the beer tub babes. The cleaving is spilling to an absurd extent, and I NEVER thought I'd udder that phrase.

I actually met some friends there before the Eagles MNF game against the Packers. We were there early, and marveled as those girls took Eagles jerseys and cut them up with the precision of a Seville Row tailor to create the skimpiest jerseys you could possible imagine. It was quality craftsmanship, and I appreciate that.

EndlessSummer wrote:

Grotewold wrote:How out of control are the bartenders' tops at the CBP McFaddens on the games where it's hot out! Especially the beer tub babes. The cleaving is spilling to an absurd extent, and I NEVER thought I'd udder that phrase.

I actually met some friends there before the Eagles MNF game against the Packers. We were there early, and marveled as those girls took Eagles jerseys and cut them up with the precision of a Seville Row tailor to create the skimpiest jerseys you could possible imagine. It was quality craftsmanship, and I appreciate that.

They literally know what brings the boys to the yard.

This one on the inside last Friday was leaning far forward on her elbows with her double D's almost all the way out. Which reminds me I hate the creator of nipple tape.

and here i thought people went to sporting events to watch sports, if you want to oggle the tits, aren't strip clubs better locales for such a thing?

jemagee wrote:and here i thought people went to sporting events to watch sports, if you want to oggle the tits, aren't strip clubs better locales for such a thing?

This is pre-game I'm talking about, Jem. In-game I ogle the ballgirls.

So when uncle milty moves into the 'legal' girl arena, he can take lessons from grote...there's my sequel