Where we can expound on everything from global warming -- or the supposed lack thereof -- to, possibly, complaints about why it's looking more and more like a bad choice to have married a mean-tempered gal who weighs three hundred pounds and wears a medal she won in the war.
Actually it wasn't quite an f as there was no line crossing the middle. It was more like an elongated s that happens to resemble an f.
neighbour
honour
flavour
labour
neither NY-ther
schedule SHED-yul
lieutenant lef-TEN-ant
I was born Canadjian, eh?
its shite to me too when i don't want to sound bad :)
shiste has always been my alternative, thanks to my German Grandmas!
Why is it that everytime I am in a gas station simply trying to pay for my fuel and my Coke that some person usually around the age of 97 (no offense to our seniors) who Has about......123 different lottery transactions to do....."Yes I wan't 5 pick and choose, my numbers are...And I want 3 catch the kitty scratch offs... and two moose tracks,,,,,,,And i want 3 of those loon tunes,,,oh wait are they 1 or 2 dollar tickets...can you run this through the machine and tell me if this one has any winners on it ? Oh yes and I need two..." Then when the earth cools and they actually get around to making the purchase and they have to figure out how to do it with their lottery proceeds and how to offset the amount due with the loaf of bread and skittles. And come up with a total of what's actually due.
Then when they are done they decide..Hey I'll scratch them right here in front of everyone. Meanwhile I've had a birthday simply trying to pay for my gas and my coke is warm and flat.
Did this happen today or have you been holding this in for a long time?
OMG. I think I was in line behind you!
OMG. I think I was in line behind you!
I'd have to agree. The "Lottery People" drive me nuts too. It's exactly like Luv2Fly said. When I buy a ticket I buy a quick pick and leave it at that.
I listened to some guy last week quizzing the clerk about the odds of winning the various games. I just wanted to say "Dude, the odds all suck, some just suck a little less. Buy a ticket."
Lottery: A tax on people who do not understand statistics.
Lottery: A tax on people who do not understand statistics.
LOL! That's about it. I admit to buying a quick pick when the pot get's around $50 mill. I figure what the heck, it's worth wasting a dollar on.
Seems to happen everday. I have probably bought 5-6 tickets in my whole life when it's in the gazillions of dollars. I do it just for the fun of it but man, to those who just have to have their lotto, move along or let the guy in front of you who just has gas on pump 7 pay and let me get out of there and you can go back to wasting time and money.
Personally other than the annmoyance of it I think it's great that those who but tickets are really just donating it to the state. Less taxes for us. Keep buying those moose tracks scrathc offs, just do it at the end of the line.
I swear I'm making none of this up, and that it all happened to me yesterday, within 15 minutes:
I'm walking along, with four guys coming toward me.
As we pass, I overhear one say to the others:
"No, Bogota is in Norway..."
I'm thinking, "Yeah, stoner, and Oslo is in Colombia."
A few minutes later, as I'm positioned to wait for my bus, Bat Masterson strolls by.
Or at least some dandy who thinks it's cool to dress up like an Old West fancy man.
He's followed, almost immediately, by a zombie in
a big fur hat and chartreuse, flared, polyester pants about seven inches too short.
"Rock on, weirdo!" I'm thinking.
Then a pudgy guy with a distinct air of insanity
came up to me and, without asking, started explaining the movements of the sun.
Not the earth, mind you, the sun.
Thankfully, my bus arrived.
Then, one block later, 13, 14 little girls -- part
of some field trip, no doubt -- got on with their bedraggled teacher.
The bus was already jammed.
So they stood, and giggled incessantly for several miles.
They're probably giggling still.
I'm holed up in my closet now.
It may be dark.
But it isn't that strange...
Bill,
I'm not sure that the 'forced' greeting at Canterbury Park on August
25th was a good political idea. After the races, I want to get out of
the park, and head home. I do not want my exit to be limited to one
gate, with a politician on the outside waiting to say hello.
I've voted Democratic over 90% of the time, since 1972, and I've
voted for you a few times. Because of this one incident, four
potential voters in my family may not consider you as a candidate.
Yesterday's crowd was the largest of the year, and I feel that there
could have been safety concerns due to the exiting procedure as well.
I can understand that you wanted to introduce yourself to voters, but
the manner it was done is inexcusable.
Ian
It's four days later and NO response.
I'm not sure that the 'forced' greeting at Canterbury Park on August
25th was a good political idea. After the races, I want to get out of the park, and head home. I do not want my exit to be limited to one gate, with a politician on the outside waiting to say hello.
I've voted Democratic over 90% of the time, since 1972, and I've voted for Mr. Luther a few times. Because of this one incident, four potential voters in my family may not consider him as a candidate. Also, I wonder what Canterbury Park gained from it. I think this was a very bad idea, and the only complaint I've had with the track since it was re-opened.
Yesterday's crowd was the largest of the year, and I feel that there
could have been safety concerns due to the exiting procedure as well. I can understand that politicians want to meet voters, but the manner it was done is inexcusable.
Ian
response (from a top executive)in two days:
Ian
Thank you for the input. I was not aware that any politicians
were slowing the already miserable exit situation we have been
encountering since the city and county decided to change our main entrance. I apologize for the inconvenience and want to assure you that no one asked for or received our permission to be out there.As to the aforementioned traffic problems,I can assure you we are working with the local government officials to try to get the situation rectified as soon as possible. Thanks again for taking
the time to let us know your concerns and also thanks for your loyal
support of Canterbury Park.
Randy Sampson
Good for you, Ian!
Right On!
Gripe:
Driving to my office this morning on
California Interstate 5 near Laguna Woods,
I looked over my shoulder to the left and
there was a woman in a brand new Silver Mustang,
with her face up next to the rearview mirror putting
on her eye makeup.
I looked away for a few seconds, and when I looked back,
there she was halfway over in my lane, still working on
her eye liner.
It scared me so bad I dropped my electric shaver,
which knocked the Krispy Creme out of my other hand.
In all the confusion, of trying to straighten out the
car with my knees against the steering wheel, it knocked
my cell phone away from my ear, which fell into my
Starbucks coffee between my legs, splashed and burned
BIG BOB and the TWINS, ruined the phone and disconnected
an important call.
STUPID WOMEN DRIVER'S!!
Sounds like he was doing just fine until she came along.
My Gripe -Your Hallucination!
:: rim-shot ::
COLON.........A physician claims these are actual comments from his
patients made while he was performing colonoscopies
1. "Take it easy, Doc, you're boldly going where no man has gone
    before."
2." Find Amelia Earhart yet?"
3. "Can you hear me NOW?"
4. "Oh, boy, that was spincterrific"
5. "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"
6. "You know, in Arkansas, we're now legally married."
7. "Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?"
8. "You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out. You do
     the Hokey Pokey."
9. "Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!"
10. "If your hand doesn't fit, you must quit!"
11. "Hey, Doc, let me know if you find my dignity."
12. "You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?"
13. "Could you write me a note for my wife, saying that my head is
     not, in fact, up there?"
Hey me2
I've been there. It is quite amazing what you will do or say when given a healthy dose of vallium.
:) hahahaha :( ooops, I mean...I am sorry to hear that
This could easily fit in many threads.
The Window
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was
allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the
fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The
other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families,
their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where
they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he
would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could
see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods
where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and
color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans
Played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers
walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of
the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on
the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque
scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing
by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band -- he could see it. In
his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive
words. Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring
water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the
window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and
called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be
moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after
making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first
look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the
window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased
roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The
nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She
said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy,
despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness
when shared, is doubled.