My apologies (all around). Have them say "Hi" to my girlfriend in Canada.

I used to think the bankers were douchebags, then several months back I was at an industry conference and a couple of the business guys from one of my client's lenders invited me to dinner. They ordered a 88-90 vertical of Petrus, and. one. word:

Their expense account.

My opinion of the utility of hanging with bankers went up that evening.

Yeah, but TMBDII was only three years ago.

ONLY!?! *sniff*

eta: New Board motto?

well played, playah.

I can do that for you.

Whatever. She still attacks me unprovoked, and she still is petty and divorced.

looks fade, dude. I see cats in the future. our receptionist is a "former model" she is like, pushing 50. yikes.

Well, it does beat bike riding and commas.

I'd rather be painted as "less hot" [still being hot] and more balanced, kids family life balance.

Let's save something for next time. Original and vibrant ideas are few and far between and we don't want to waste them all on one thread.

Too true. You are so lucky to have wit and charm as backups.

(And I see cats in gwinky's future, too -- the types who can knock over bottles.)

"This has gone on far enough." That's a little awkward, don't you think? It does not really make sense for something to occur or "go on" for some distance. I think maybe you should have said, "This has gone on long enough." Or, alternatively, "This has been taken far enough."

It is easy to underestimate the negative effect that type of awkward phrasing can have on the reader. Paying attention to these sorts of details could really turn things around here for you. Not that I am suggesting that you want to turn them around or that they should be turned around ...........

And what do you have? huh RP? ARe you hot? witty? distinct? married? Kids? boyfriend even? Bueller? Bueller?

you step and you ain't got the skills, playa

Why flower, how sweet of you to remind me that you put me thru the paces with my sentence structure. YOu are my very own little blue book

Poor little ole me, I got nothin' to brag about.

Or maybe I have no need to brag.

I am not so good at being precise, so I will leave you to figure it out.

Tough. Tootsie. Rolls.

YOu just like to get him all twisted. heh

Dear Rider Putter Inner
 

Okay, I will admit that I read this response to GWNC because, well, I wanted to see what you would say in response to her. Not very strong.

But here's the thing. I want you to prove to me that you're hot and/or real. So, I'm up to meet at sbux whenever you are ready. I imagine that you will tell me (in all caps) all about how you don't want to meet me because I'm mean or something, but it's on you. And that might make you feel pretty good, but I don't really care. You can respond here or on pm.

After meeting you, I will be completely honest with the board about whether you are hot or not. If you have nice tits, I will say so. If your grill is bent, I will say that too. And you are free to say whatever you like about me.

TM

Dear Rider Putter Inner
 

Fine, bring it. PM me.

Are you saying that having kids and a family make you more balanced? Because. Wow.

And who is Erisa?

Dear Rider Putter Inner
 

I'll meet PPNYC too! Mostly because I want a chance to hang out with Thurgreed, but this could be fun! And she knows she is always free to say whatever she likes about me.

Let's do it!

Following cars.
 

Has anyone else ever been driving along, oh let's say on the way to work, and seen a car that is kind of bizarre and wanted to follow it, just to see where such a car might be headed? Because I saw a royal blue boxy-looking* aged convertible with white leather (or pleather) uphostery, including uphostered roll-bar things on the backs of the two front seats. No license plates at all (which is not unheard of here apparently because of how getting the plates works, but normally people have dealer advertising where the license plate should be). I really, really wanted to know where it was going.


*Like how Toyotas looked 15 or 20 years ago

Dear Rider Putter Inner
 

Absolutely fucking no way. Thurgreed only.

Following cars.
 

I'll need more information about how hot the driver was.

Following cars.
 

Not at all hot. It was just about the car. Which may have been more of an electric blue than a royal blue. Somewhere in that range.

Dear Rider Putter Inner
 

Dear Rider Putter Inner
 

Girl, you don't know how to live.

Dear Rider Putter Inner
 

NOt on the edge. I'm willing to subject myself to one (1) critique per Starbucks. and y'all are buying since you're big time deal lawyers. heh

Following cars.
 

Then no.

Following cars.
 

Yes. (But I'm weird like that.)

Erisa? see, in re: land of fu.

Following cars.
 

Have you ever done it?

Following cars.
 

When I've had the time, and it was something I wasn't familiar with, yes -- I have.

(And yes, if I had the opportunity to do so again, I would. But I'm weird like that.)

ETM More clear.

Following cars.
 

I tried to follow a guy in a brand new Bentley the other day. But only because he looked like Spud Webb, only younger. And maybe shorter. The guy driving was really short. And he looked ridiculous in the Bentley. So I thought well maybe it's not his car and he doesn't want to fuck with the seats. But then I saw him again a few days later. But I didn't follow him because I was on my way to lunch and I was really really hungry.

And I tried to follow a guy in my neighborhood in a brand new Lamborghini Gallardo. But ha. By the time he hit 2nd gear I was dust.

http://www.rsportscars.com/foto/10/gallardo03.jpg

Dear Rider Putter Inner
 

I thought you didn't drink coffee?

Following cars.
 

What kind of car was he driving?



And congrats, you's reech, beetch.

Following cars.
 

Given her description--boxy electric blue with white (p)leather, is their any chance whatsoever the driver was hot?

Dear Rider Putter Inner
 

Good point. I threw in the sbux because I think it's funny. In the PM I suggested a drink at a place convenient to her,* because I am so nice.

TM

*(Let's be honest...and me)

Following cars.
 

I bet we wished he was a baller.