Where the Kids Come to Mouth Off

[Greedy,Greedy,Greedy]

Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
Well, concur, obviously, of course. But the format demands of a "joke" are that the punch* must follow the setup, not precede it. I am merely the Slave of the muse.

*The "punch" the second part of a joke. It contains a reinterpretation of something in the setup, or first story, that instantaneously creates in the audience's mind a second story that shatters the setup's target assumption. It is the element of surprise in the shattering of the misdirecting target assumption that generates laughter.

You're clearly the kind of person who gives three-part, two minute toasts at weddings.

[Greedy,Greedy,Greedy]

Here it is - the first three-peat where all three trash Atticus!

Atticus, Atticus, Aticus.

[Atticus Grinch]

Originally posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy
Here it is - the first three-peat where all three trash Atticus!

I am the new paigow. Which is apropos, since before the left she assigned all of her intangible board assets to me. Thanks for playing!

[Greedy,Greedy,Greedy]

Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
I am the new paigow. Which is apropos, since before the left she assigned all of her intangible board assets to me. Thanks for playing!

But for E/O, I would now be creating a "Princess Grinch" sock in your honor.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
And then there was this guy who was arrested while having nonconsensual sex with an inflatable doll. In public. For the record, I am not 38.

From what i know of your upbringing, it's a little more likely a pig would have walked in on you banging your sister....no offense- she's cute.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
I am the new paigow. Which is apropos, since before the left she assigned all of her intangible board assets to me. Thanks for playing!

You have to work on your spelling. I'd offer to help but my mistakes are organic, and P's somehow seemed a little forced. you need Someone who must be making intentional errors in their posts.to teach you what you need. Hmmmm. Speak with Taxwonk.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy
Here it is - the first three-peat where all three trash Atticus!

Atticus, Atticus, Aticus.

guys want to hear about my dog? When we got him as a pup, he was always nipping at me, and barking when i wanted him to shut up. I zapped him- megahertz-with a bark collar that stopped him short whenever he yapped. He was good for a long while. never yapped when i didn't want. then he started up again. I went and found the old bark collar- still worked- maybe a little dusty.

[SEC_Chick]

Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
I am the new paigow. Which is apropos, since before the left she assigned all of her intangible board assets to me. Thanks for playing!

I note that you used the term 'intangible board assets' rather than 'intellectual' property. I don't think she had any of the latter to assign.

Edited to add: After I posted this I had a weird deja vu feeling. In then I searched for and found the reason why:

http://www.infirmation.com/bboard/cl...?msg_id=001KNx

TM, do I get to be Queen for a Day again?

[Ominous Pop-Up Screen]

Originally posted by SEC_Chick
I note that you used the term 'intangible board assets' rather than 'intellectual' property. I don't think she had any of the latter to assign.

I think everybody here would mostly agree that I am mainly correct when I say: Think again.

[LessinSF]

Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
I am the new paigow. Which is apropos, since before the left she assigned all of her intangible board assets to me.

Better than her tangible ass-ets.

[Shape Shifter]

Sometime ago, someone (ncs?) recommended this book. I am just now finishing it and all I can say is, "Bob Dylan. "What a prick."

[ilikenewsocks]

Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
I am the new paigow.

I think I just threw up my breakfast IMMAWFL.

yours,

Apropos of Something

[mmm3587]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
[Positively 4th Street]

Not to be confused, of course, with Positively 5th Street, an excellent book about, among other things, the 2001 (I think) World Series of Poker, Sylvia Plath and the murder of Ted Binion. I couldn't put it down.

[lookingformarket]

http://fuggingitup.blogspot.com/

The people who write this site might be snarkier than the FB. Great pictures of inappropriately dressed celebrities.

[Replaced_Texan]

On Monday morning, I called a friend of mine and to invite her and her SO to come over for drinks on Wednesday night (i.e. last night). They'd fed me gin martinis a few weeks ago, and I wanted to return the favor. She wasn't there, so I left a message and left my work number. I called again later that evening and left my cell number.

As of yesterday morning, I hadn't heard back from her, so I assumed that she hadn't gotten the message, which was probably for the best, since the house was not put back together yet.

Over the weekend I took on an ambitious task to repaint a room in my house, which of course turned the playfully messy house that I usually live in into a full blown disaster area. The plan was to be finished by Tuesday, but some, er, other events prevented me from giving my full concentration on the paint job on Monday and Tuesday nights, and I really wasn't able to finish everything until early, early this morning. The room does look nice, though, thanks for asking.

Anyhow, because I was painting, the telephone with the caller-ID and message light was unplugged and sitting under a tarp for the last five or so days. When I got home last night, I picked up the other phone and heard the message from my friend (sent at 5:30 the previous evening) accepting my invitation and asking for details. When I finally got the message last night, there was no way in hell I would let another human being into the disaster that was my house. Hell, even the puppy was covered in paint. I started to clean up a bit, got caught up in the cleaning frenzy (as well as the final touches of the painting), and I never did call her back.

She's a pretty easy going person, but I feel bad that I invited someone over and they accepted and I flaked. Do I just explain the unplugged phone and beg for apologies? Do I up the ante to full blown dinner?

ETA: If that's too boring, does anyone have experience negotiating with neighbors when part of their tree falls on your yard? Aside from a crape myrlte and possibly a few roses, there are suprisingly few casualties, and the fence looks ok. There is no way that I can drag that thing away though. On the bright side, I won't have as many pecans falling into my yard this fall.