How I learned to stop procrastinating and love the law
 

If it could be Sonic Burger and I could dress up with my pal in the mascot costumes and give passers by the finger and then write obscene messages on the marquee, you're on. That looked like fun.

How I learned to stop procrastinating and love the law
 

At my old job, I think I would have taken you up on that.

How I learned to stop procrastinating and love the law
 

Sure, but........
Quit goofing off! Go change the trash cans in the dining room..............Aren't you done yet?!!!!!!!

Lies, and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them
 

That's the method I used. Only once though. It worked. Although now that I think about, my non-responsiveness and listlessness were fairly real. I didn't really care to respond.

lies
 

or another folk singer.

Clark
 

This post will be interesting to nobody but GWNC:
My brother once got yelled at by John Turner for biking across his lawn.

Lies, and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them
 

Or at the very least, a nasty case of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.

All it takes is Argyle?
 

I nominate the exchange culminating in this post as Best Intentionally Funny Exchange Involving PLF or a Reference to PLF.

I was going to call it "Return of the King," but didn't want to be that far up PLF's butt. Today.

All it takes is Argyle?
 

The King has returned as the Queen.

NCS rules; Plf is but her court jester.

lies
 

Why? Shouldn't the burden be on the person insulting me by treating me as unworthy of trust?

lies
 

That spin made me dizzy! I think that the "I'm keeping this from you because it would only bother you needlessly" view is extremely insulting.

And I'm not taking a hard line moralistic view on this subject. I don't think it's right or wrong to tell or to keep; it depends on the relationships. As Wonk said, some stuff is gray. But I will say that the only time that I would not tell my SO about having a drink with an ex would be if I were meeting the one ex whom I would still like to fuck.

How I learned to stop procrastinating and love the law
 

First of all, what Bilmore said. He is right on so many levels. Have you ever had a shitty job? I mean a really shitty job - like Sonic Burger?

Do 2 things - Next time you're out buying shoes, just have a seat and watch for awhile. Most women have ugly, knarly, smelly feet. Watch as the poor saps go running back and forth to the stock room while unreasonable woman with smelly feet tries to cram her feet into a size too small and all for a $50 pair of shoes. Ask yourself, was that worth the $5 he/she just made?


Then go to a daycare center where there are lots of kids - screaming bratty kids. Ask any of the workers how much they make and see if you could take it for even an hour. You'll be exhausted.

Then ask yourself - is what I do so bad?

ETA I have petite beautiful feet with no odor, ever. I'm sure you do as well. But just look at what most women are walking on (shudder) or better yet, what they put into sandals (ech). I wouldn't touch most women's feet with a pole and oven mitts.

Lies, and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them
 

I'm hoping you'll explain how a guy can hang like some functional harem.

Lies, and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them
 

I have an example of how NOT to lie. It wasn't an SO, but a guy I had been seeing regularly on a non-exclusive basis. Let's call him Chip. Anyway, Chip and I were out at a bar with a bunch of his friends. Not really a date, but we were together. Then suddenly Chip and his buddy left to take care of a "problem." They were gone for almost two hours. During his absence, I met this amazing Vince Vaughn lookalike (a la Swingers, when he was hot). Incidentally, he was Vince Vaughn for Halloween. The resemblance is truly uncanny. But I digress. Vince and I started making out in the bar and we decided to leave together. By this point, Chip had returned from his mysterious trip and I had to think of a way to escape. So I told Chip I was really sick and had to go home to puke.

When the cab dropped us off at my place, I realized that I didn't have my keys b/c I valet parked my car at the bar. So we went back to to the bar only to find out that the valet parker gave my keys to Chip! (So Chip knew I couldn't get into my apt.) I was drunk as shit by then, cold, and horny, so Vince and I decided to stay in a hotel. Now here is the stupid lie I told Chip the next day. I told him that I crashed with Girlfriend #1 at her apt., since I didn't have my keys. Then I called Girlfriend #1 and asked her to lie for me, in case Chip mentioned it. She was less than thrilled to have to lie to Chip, but agreed. Of course that very day Chip and Girlfriend #2 were talking on the phone (while I was there) and she told him that she had spent the night at Girlfriend #1's PARENTS' house with Girlfriend #1. Luckily, Chip didn't catch the discrepancy, since he really doesn't pay attention to these little details. But I was really sweating it for a while there. Just got lucky.

Moral of the story: Don't make your friends lie for you, esp. if they know the SO too. And keep it simple. The simplest lie I could have told him was that the manager let me in to my apt., rather than inventing some story about my crashing at a girlfriend's house.

Clark
 

Did you figure out who the reptiles were? Do you still get Secret Service protection when you're an ex-VP? Even when it's been decades since you were the VP?