Removing the feeding tube from our aging hipster plaid pants

[Oliver_Wendell_Ramone]

Originally posted by Oliver_Wendell_Ramone
actually, bitters goes with certain cocktails. You know, an old fashioned or a sauzurac (or whatenver that southern deal is called).

And now I have a severe craving for Wild Turkey. But I'd settle for Makers.

Fuck it, pour me a tall Jack on the rocks and I'd be happy.

What were we talking about again?

BTW, have I mentioned how much I hate the Oregon booze monopoly? Shit cost wayyyyyy too much here. I don't miss California that often, but sure as hell do every time I buy liquor. Why in the fuck can't I buy booze at Trader Joe's and Costco? Why, Bilmore, why?

I'm heading south shortly, and I'm bringing back a carry on full of booze. Are there limits on that? Can I carry on a case of mixed bottles?

[Flinty_McFlint]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
She's preggo?

Dumbass. I have never had a professional massage person touch my breasts, whether rubbing with hands or placing stones on them. I suspect that your wife is actually cheating on you.

There's nothing sadder in life than seeing great love morph into great hate. We'll always have Encino.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Flinty_McFlint
There's nothing sadder in life than seeing great love morph into great hate. We'll always have Encino.

Stupid fuck. I wish I'd been in Encino last night.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by Flinty_McFlint
We'll always have Encino.

Gene Rayburn would say that exact line to Brett sumers on Match Game '79. Fringey could be happy with Brett, but I would think you'd be shooting for something more than Gene, like richard Dawson maybe.

[Flinty_McFlint]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
Stupid fuck. I wish I'd been in Encino last night.

I'm sorry. From behind, all you humans look alike.

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by Sidd Finch
Wow. If that works for scumbags like that, I wonder if it would work for me -- I would just be lying about the divorce part.


Oh, and what GGG said about you trashing men generally. We're really not all that bad. I mean, others aren't.

Seriously? You too? I wasn't trashing men. Just the losers I worked with.

Oh, and you can't fake the being divorced part. There's an indescribable happiness and facial expression that exudes from most (not all) people at the divorce is finally final party.
But yeah, if you could pull that off, 100% success rate.

It all started when one of the losers was a guy who was incredibly hot. I bet my friend (a woman he had never met, but was really really cute) a drink that she wouldn't just come by and sit on his lap. She played it up really well, asked if he'd remembered her from another bar and another time. Of course, being the liar that he was, he said yes, he remembered her.
We busted him, everyone laughed, but after that, all future finally final parties included lap sitting with random women - not paid by me. It became, like, a tradition.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Flinty_McFlint
I'm sorry. From behind, all you humans look alike.

Idiot bastard. Leaving me high and dry in my drought, while some other person gets the pleasure of your company.

[Flinty_McFlint]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
Gene Rayburn would say that exact line to Brett sumers on Match Game '79. Fringey could be happy with Brett, but I would think you'd be shooting for something more than Gene, like richard Dawson maybe.

I was going to say Wink Martindale, but I'm too short.

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
Why are you people reading exclusivity in the group of losers where none was written? I worked with losers. Subset of that were guys getting divorces. Not all loser are were married and/or divorced. Do I have to draw a diagram?

Perhaps what you wrote is not what you meant. All I did was quote you.

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
Seriously? You too? I wasn't trashing men. Just the losers I worked with.

Oh, and you can't fake the being divorced part. There's an indescribable happiness and facial expression that exudes from most (not all) people at the divorce is finally final party.
But yeah, if you could pull that off, 100% success rate.

It all started when one of the losers was a guy who was incredibly hot. I bet my friend (a woman he had never met, but was really really cute) a drink that she wouldn't just come by and sit on his lap. She played it up really well, asked if he'd remembered her from another bar and another time. Of course, being the liar that he was, he said yes, he remembered her.
We busted him, everyone laughed, but after that, all future finally final parties included lap sitting with random women - not paid by me. It became, like, a tradition.

nice of you to spread a little joy to some losers' lives. Anne, I take back what I said before. some smug marrieds do make time for charity work.

(NFH, did you count that towards your pro bono hours for the year?)

[Flinty_McFlint]

Originally posted by notcasesensitive
nice of you to spread a little joy to some losers' lives. Anne, I take back what I said before. some smug marrieds do make time for charity work.

(NFH, did you count that towards your pro bono hours for the year?)

On behalf of the smug, marrieds-with-kids contingent, I'd like to say that we think that all you non-married, non-procreating bastards are all losers. And stop asking us out, because you know we can't make it. Damnit.

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by notcasesensitive
nice of you to spread a little joy to some losers' lives. Anne, I take back what I said before. some smug marrieds do make time for charity work.

(NFH, did you count that towards your pro bono hours for the year?)

Not pro bono. I had improper motives. Like I said, this guy was incredibly hot, looked a lot like George Clooney but with a more athletic frame. His biggest problem was that he was a heinous womanizer. He's the one who "dated" his wife's sister, got totally ripped one night and wrecked his wife's car. The only reason she found out about it was they both ended up in the emergency room together, she was part naked and so was he.

[Anne Elk]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
Not pro bono. I had improper motives. Like I said, this guy was incredibly hot, looked a lot like George Clooney but with a more athletic frame. His biggest problem was that he was a heinous womanizer. He's the one who "dated" his wife's sister, got totally ripped one night and wrecked his wife's car. The only reason she found out about it was they both ended up in the emergency room together, she was part naked and so was he.

Did she divorce her sister too? Bored spinsters want to know.

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
Not pro bono. I had improper motives. Like I said, this guy was incredibly hot, looked a lot like George Clooney but with a more athletic frame. His biggest problem was that he was a heinous womanizer. He's the one who "dated" his wife's sister, got totally ripped one night and wrecked his wife's car. The only reason she found out about it was they both ended up in the emergency room together, she was part naked and so was he.

So what exactly were your improper motives? You wanted to hook up with him? Your story makes no sense. He's a loser because of his womanizing ways and yet you wanted a piece of that loser, didn't you?

What would your husband and his money dance-paying-for friends and family think? For shame.

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by notcasesensitive
So what exactly were your improper motives? You wanted to hook up with him? Your story makes no sense. He's a loser because of his womanizing ways and yet you wanted a piece of that loser, didn't you?

What would your husband and his money dance-paying-for friends and family think? For shame.

I was free and single at the time. What do I care what they think?