Tofu blech
 

Don't mind her. She's just ill from drinking swill like canteloupe martinis.

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No. You paid for 14 ounces, which the normal package size, but which is so grossly inflated pricewise that they can afford to 'give' you an extra two ounces 'free'.

It's particularly disgusting for them to prey on a helpless innocent consumer's sweet tooth by doing this scum-sucking price-gouging with treats. Capitalist fat-cat extortionist leech bastards, living off the hard-won pennies of the overworked associate class...

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ageist dyke.

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Burger and I were collaborating in a search for the truth.

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You wound me you bitter old man. I realize I get a lot more pussy than you do, but that is no reason to be so nasty.


Oh, speaking of pussy, Playboy has decided to go shopping for some...at Walmart.


http://money.cnn.com/2003/09/15/news...yboy/index.htm

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I can't wait. An issue full of women who don't look better than me. If that's the way your tastes run, Leagl, I may get some pussy yet.

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They will after their implants, makeup, bleach jobs, lip collagen shots, bikini waxes and intensive airbrushing.

All I'm sayin' is, if you need to get your back waxed or anything to compete with their other prospective suitors, do it now.

John Goodman and Ignore List Inductee Ceremony
 

It's a Saturday Night Live spoof where Screech is the guest "celebrity". Will Farrell plays James Lipton (and flawlessly, I might add...).


Here's another:

"Charles Nelson Reilley, you are a LIVING GOD!"

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Oh I don't know, the local walmart has some cute little things running around. They are invariably blonde and bubbly. Either that or they are grey haired and not so bubbly, but I doubt playboy will want people as old as you are.

I mean we all know what those sexy red smocks do for a woman. Do you think they will make them wear them in the playboy photos?

And how long before the women who do pose get fired?

kegs revisited
 

At approximately 11:30 on Saturday night, I rediscovered a few things about kegs. A party that I was attending ended and more guests at the party had choosen to drink wine and some sort of green liquor drink in a martini glass than beer. My house was the closest to reconvine with the remains of the keg.

• Half-full kegs are still fucking heavy.
• Some people have a sort of "free beer" radar and will materialize upon the mere suggestion that there might be beer nearby.
• Tapping a keg is like riding a bike. It's been years, but we immediately knew how to do it.
• People have very strong opinions about whether or not a pitcher should be used so we don't have to keep going outside for more beer. More people in my sample quite surprisingly chose fresher beer over laziness.
• The St. Arnold Lawnmower is quite tasty.
• Houston is surprisingly pleasant outside from the hours of 11:30 PM to 4:50 am in mid-September, especially if one has a front porch, a fair number of people, and some alcohol.
• A keg party in your late-twenties / early-thirties is a hell of a lot less messy than the same party with the same people in your late-teens/early-twenties. It's a lot less noisy too, though I am glad that the neighbors on either side of my house were out of town this weekend.
• You will, however, still end up with people crashing on your couches / chairs that night/morning.
• It is possible to end two parties without having finished off the keg.
• A quarter full keg is still fucking heavy.

There's a quarter full, tapped twice, ice melted away keg in my backyard if anyone wants to come over.

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Bag says that they are made in Canada and are a registered trademark of MalacoLeaf, AB, Sweden, used under license.

So I could have answered my own fucking question...

On a related note, Halloween candy is in stored now. I love those candy corns, indian corns, mello-pumpkin thingies...Hell, I think I'd like a candy corn martini please!

Bn'(sugar high...)B

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We REALLY need to get you out of the 'burg for a day trip now and then.

Based on the article you linked to, never. I mean, how would a Walmart manager know you had posed? Surely the employees of a family-oriented store like Walmart don't read Playboy? (Bleech).

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Hey now, don't be insulting the harrisburg women. Most of them even have all their teeth.

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Possibly, but frankly none of those folks stick in my memory, beyond the scary, hard-of-hearing retiree greeters. ("HI, THERE, SONNY -- WELCOME TO WALMART!") I'm hoping that this isn't what PB is going for.

If they do, let's hope for -- ah -- oversized stockclerk's smocks in which to pose.

So quickly that the magazine will run captions alongside little Brittany and Angela reading "Former Wal-Mart stock clerk, Marionsville, Indiana." Maybe they can arrange to have it printed on their thongs before the photo shoot.

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Must.....go......buy.......mellocreme pumpkins............

-T(And now I will be craving them all day. Thanks.)L

p.s. Where's the Drooling-like-Pavlov's-Dogs smiley?