may Aunt and I ran up a 120 dollar tab in like 2.5 hours at Boilermaker. I liked it because she was paying but the cocktails just didn't seem 10+ dollars worth of good

Hi my name is jeff and I only join in conversations to shit all over them and insult the other people involved. Hey hey hey, you're victimizing me because I'm so much smarter than you and have worked with (name dropping section)

jeff2sf wrote:

Grotewold wrote:I was at Boilermaker for the first time Saturday

pretty good

grotewold was also a big supporter of the '87 Eagles team and has been known to hob-knob with Mitt Romney and the Koch brothers.

ha -- nah we just got a beer there

you can even get ($3-4) half pints!

Soren wrote:Hi my name is jeff and I only join in conversations to #$!&@ all over them and insult the other people involved. Hey hey hey, you're victimizing me because I'm so much smarter than you and have worked with (name dropping section)

Dude, stop. That was a shit on your choice of establishment. And frankly it was a good choice - it looks like a good place. But you didn't even think it was totally worth it and then I chimed in by posting an article I had meant to post in the last week.

You're playing the victim card here and it's annoying. People can eat where they want to eat and it's totally reasonable to not want to engage in the he-said/she-said stuff of restaurant gossip. I remember Housh posting some not very nice things about DiBruno Bros and I went right on eating there. But I've read article after article about these guys and I'm just choosing not to go to them and also letting people know as well.

Good luck on your wedding - hope this time it works out for you.

can someone explain the '87 Eagles part to me

The scab team: pro-business/anti-labor.

"It wasn't a very good joke" would also be an acceptable explanation.

jeff2sf wrote:pro-bus/anti-labor

That actually does describe me if read literally

I have no idea why I originally decided to abbreviate it that way instead of biz.

the other night i was going to hockey and when i was locking my door my neighbor (a giant personal trainer/former college football player) was out front on his phone while the two tiny poodles he's watching for his mom were just chilling when my neighbor from two doors down (giant musclehead former marine) comes outside with his girlfriend and her two dogs and the big one sees the poodles and snaps his fargling leash and makes a beeline for thm and everyone's all "OH SNAP" and the one runs to me and i pick it up but it's like a nature show with the other one and this big thing's chasing him all around the cul-de-sac and the two giant dudes are chasing them and i'm trying to hold this dog and the girlfriend's screaming and then all of a sudden they're running towards me so i tuck the dog in high and tight so i don't fumble him and try to set a pick on the big dog as he's running past me but he dodges it and catches the other one ON MY FRONT STEP and he's straight nomming him and then the two giant guys dive on the pile and try to separate the two and the girlfriends screaming and crying and they can't get him to drop him then they do but the little dog sprints off and then my neighbor goes after him then i go after them but they lose me and when i get back the little dog is being wrapped in a white towel and he's bleeding pretty bad and we're all trying to take stock of things and figure out the best place to take him and i'm kind of also hoping these two humongous dudes don't start throwing down on my lawn when dude's mom (the dog's owner) shows up and she gets out of her car and just bursts into hysterical crying and it was a total sh*t show.

Then what happened

did you bang the gf?

Did the dog make it?

CalvinBall wrote:Did the dog make it?

Good for you, calvin. Good for you.

dog made it, but surgeries cost him more than $7K.

is the couple demanding the bigger dog be put down?

so, I'm 3 blocks from my apartment on my way in to work, at the front of the line at a red light. My car does not get going very quickly. So the light turns and I start puttering forward, and some idiot behind me honks. The speed limit is 30 MPH, mind you.

At the next light, he drives up on the curb to get in front of me at a red light and flips me off. He then pulls into the McDonalds that was maybe 20 ft away. WTF, does a buddy seriously need a mcmuffin that badly? He was behind me MAYBE a quarter mile.

Houshphandzadeh wrote:is the couple demanding the bigger dog be put down?

not sure, though big personal trainer guy told me he was gonna have to have an "uncomfortable talk" with former marine about the medical expenses. no way this ends well.

great story.

"sh*t" felt like the punchline

Grotewold wrote:

jeff2sf wrote:pro-bus/anti-labor

That actually does describe me if read literally

me at work today: