jerseyhoya wrote:Peter King moved to Boston so he could be nearer to Tom Brady's penis.

i feel pretty compelled to try and check this thread every 5 mins now.

it's better than work at work

Yeah, I'm supposed to be doing computer based training courses today, and I'm spending more time refreshing here and other crap than doing anything for real.

i hate t-tests and variance and goddammit

variance reminds me of the Jacksonville Jaguars. there was one year where they were like the least consistent NFL team in history, and i lost my suicide pool because they lost to the Houston Texans

my new favorite response to texts and shit i don't care about is "foreal"

Barry Jive wrote:variance reminds me of the Jacksonville Jaguars. there was one year where they were like the least consistent NFL team in history, and i lost my suicide pool because they lost to the Houston Texans

foreal

Bill McNeal wrote:I thought publix was pronounced pube-licks. Then I went to a wedding in Savannah, GA and had an "ooooooooooh" moment.

I liked referring to it as pube-licks better, so the wife and I still do.

Yay, Savannah.

dick move, adi

Bill McNeal wrote:I thought publix was pronounced pube-licks. Then I went to a wedding in Savannah, GA and had an "ooooooooooh" moment.

I liked referring to it as pube-licks better, so the wife and I still do.

I often wondered want a move was that was referred to as a "buy-op-ic". Until literally last week

http://www.stadiumpal.com/

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TenuredVulture wrote:http://www.stadiumpal.com/

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This will come in handy for the BSG outing I think.

whats the part where your shin meets the top of your foot? mines hurts

that was great, talk shows should have guys like him on more often.

out of 10.0 possible points, i got a check plus

Ramon Gris wrote:

Bill McNeal wrote:I thought publix was pronounced pube-licks. Then I went to a wedding in Savannah, GA and had an "ooooooooooh" moment.

I liked referring to it as pube-licks better, so the wife and I still do.

Yay, Savannah.

Savannah is an under rated town. Loose open container laws, like Vegas or New Orleans (no glass on the streets, cups and cans are fine), a nice water front location, light crowds, decent prices. Granted I only spent about a week there, but it was easily one of the craziest parties I've ever had. The one night we went bar hopping around the waterfront area, we spent most of the night in this place that was pretty much a hole in the wall. Pool tables good juke box, cheap beers, good times. After a few hours of all that we wound up driving out into the darkness, and I mean pitch effing black, nothing anywhere darkness. i think they said it was south carolina, in search of a strip club. One dude pulled out a bag of herb, and started rolling j's and the driver pulled out a flask of makers mark and we just passed the stuff around the car while driving through dark marsh. We eventually found The Gold Club, easily the sleaziest strip club I've ever been to. Apedix/c-section scars were everywhere in that joint. After about a half hour, the guy who drove, (he's about 6'6" and 275) asks me to go out to his car with him because "something wasn't right in there" we went out to his truck and he tells me that some group of red necks in there is looking for trouble, and pulls a hand gun off a magnetic plate under his dash and tried to give it to me, I told him I thought that was a pretty bad idea and he put it back and told me if shit goes down, he'll take the big guy and I'll take the smaller big guy, he instructed me to throw body punches because they hurt more. Nothing went down with the red necks, which was good, because I really don't know what the hell would have happened if it did, but it probably wouldn't have been good.

One of the funniest parts of all this was that it was a bachelor party for someone and he's a very devout catholic and pretty much hated everything about what went down after the bar hopping.

But yeah, Savannah is a hell of a town.

Houshphandzadeh wrote:out of 10.0 possible points, i got a check plus

I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.

It's like you know what I did last summer.

Bill McNeal wrote:

Ramon Gris wrote:

Bill McNeal wrote:I thought publix was pronounced pube-licks. Then I went to a wedding in Savannah, GA and had an "ooooooooooh" moment.

I liked referring to it as pube-licks better, so the wife and I still do.

Yay, Savannah.

Savannah is an under rated town. Loose open container laws, like Vegas or New Orleans (no glass on the streets, cups and cans are fine), a nice water front location, light crowds, decent prices. Granted I only spent about a week there, but it was easily one of the craziest parties I've ever had. The one night we went bar hopping around the waterfront area, we spent most of the night in this place that was pretty much a hole in the wall. Pool tables good juke box, cheap beers, good times. After a few hours of all that we wound up driving out into the darkness, and I mean pitch effing black, nothing anywhere darkness. i think they said it was south carolina, in search of a strip club. One dude pulled out a bag of herb, and started rolling j's and the driver pulled out a flask of makers mark and we just passed the stuff around the car while driving through dark marsh. We eventually found The Gold Club, easily the sleaziest strip club I've ever been to. Apedix/c-section scars were everywhere in that joint. After about a half hour, the guy who drove, (he's about 6'6" and 275) asks me to go out to his car with him because "something wasn't right in there" we went out to his truck and he tells me that some group of red necks in there is looking for trouble, and pulls a hand gun off a magnetic plate under his dash and tried to give it to me, I told him I thought that was a pretty bad idea and he put it back and told me if $#@! goes down, he'll take the big guy and I'll take the smaller big guy, he instructed me to throw body punches because they hurt more. Nothing went down with the red necks, which was good, because I really don't know what the hell would have happened if it did, but it probably wouldn't have been good.

One of the funniest parts of all this was that it was a bachelor party for someone and he's a very devout catholic and pretty much hated everything about what went down after the bar hopping.

But yeah, Savannah is a hell of a town.

Good story. The open container thing is a bit overrated, though. Or maybe I need to practice drinking while walking. The St. Patty's day parade coming up is supposed to be total madness, and missing a meeting at work has resulted in me having the entire week off, so I should be in the thick of it.

I want to still love St. Patty's like I used to, but it's getting hard. There were already those Erin Express or whatever buses rolling around this past Saturday, a week and a half early. People call NYE amateur hour but St. Pat's is worse, imo.