There's a storm a few days off the coast that's taking aim at my area here. It's nothing to really worry about as of now, just barely a category 1, a twinkle in Katrina's eye.



Which is why I'm going to the beach tonight. I'll post some pics later.

So, here are some photos of the break I surf at most. They alternate, a normal day and then today, so you can get an idea of what's going on. And at this point the storm is about 200mi away. Weeee!
Normal:
Balls to the Wall:
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If all elephants are large, and some elephants are pink, are all pink elephants large?

The answer, of course, is yes.

LetÂ’s try another one.

If Sean Penn roams New Orleans in a sinking johnboat with his photographer and press people, does that make him a flaming asshole?

And if, on top of that, he ‘comes ashore’ and roams the streets carrying a loaded shotgun like a wild buccaneer, does that upgrade his status to “one incredibly fucked-up individual nearing the level of political omnipresence only previously held by Bono”?

Yes. Yes, it does.

Does he look bat-shit crazy or what?

h/t: Drudge

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IÂ’ve been around the block a few times, but never in my life have I seen someone get handed their ass more completely. Sweet Jesus!

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If you drink twelve bottles of Stella Artois and play high stakes poker with these guys you will lose your money. I speak from experience. My old lady did better than I did and I consider myself semi-pro.

It was a distracting game in many ways, what with most of the crowd drinking some nipple drink that looked like a BJ without whipped cream, and the total disregard for my dignity.

At one point I was peeking at my cards when a shrill, deafening siren erupted from the other side of the room. It sounded like a burglar alarm going off.

Binx threw his cards down and started yelping.

“It’s the weather station! It’s the weather station!”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I asked.

Everyone was frozen in their seats wondering if it was some kind of toxic mold detector gone off or if we needed to pull out the gats.

Binx, beside himself with excitement, jumped from his chair and ran across the room. He was staring down at what looked like an answering machine.

“Severe storms! Dime sized hail!”

I realized he was reading off of some kind of ticker tape that the machine was printing. No one had the gumption to actually get up and go see.

“It’s the weather station,” Mrs. Binx said. “He likes to monitor the weather. It almost never goes off…this must be something serious.”

The rest of the crowd seemed nonplussed.

“Shit,” said. Binx. “It’s two counties away.” He seemed genuinely sad about that.

The evening is foggy after that point, but I distinctly remember losing and eating an entire bag of Chex Mix which substituted for my dinner. I seem to remember declining the offer of a bowl and pouring the contents into my mouth.

Sunday morning we had to pick up the kid from the rents. I still hadnÂ’t had a meal so we figured weÂ’d go to out to lunch at a Mexican place I like that serves extreme margaritas. We arrived at the rents to find the kid wearing makeup. The kidÂ’s only five and I realize they like to play dress-up and what not, but she looked like she had black eyes. I also smelled something foul but couldnÂ’t put my finger on it. The look on my face must have said it out loud.

“Oh,” Nanna said, “She really stinks. You’re going to have to drive with the windows open.”

“What?”

“You have to drive with the windows open. She put on perfume. A whole lot of it…all different kinds.”

And right she was. We had to drive with the fucking windows open because the kid smelled like the inside of a termite fumigation tent.

We gave her two baths, used every kind of soap we had, every shampoo. It barely made a dent. This morning when I got in the car to go to work I was overwhelmed by the remaining stench. ThereÂ’s no getting rid of it.

Not only that, but now I think I reek of it because people have been looking at me funny since I walked in the building. I hope these fumes arenÂ’t fucking flammable.

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I don't really know what to say to this. I'm sure you can imagine my reaction to this person's little brain fart. My favorite quotes? Read 'em and weep:

Next thing you know I'm watching movies like The Prince and Me or First Daughter where the heroine doesn't sit around and wait for the prince to do his job of saving her, but she does it herself, and even if the prince does help, they don't get together and live happily ever after. Oh no! She decides she's going to go live life independently and keep in touch by postcard. See you later Prince Charming. WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?

This is damn feminism and those hippie liberals telling women they can do whatever they want, whenever they want. Live your life. It's your body. Do your thing. Well you know what, that's a lie. Women can't do everything.

This is setting up little girls all over the world for major disappointment. We were made to be rescued.

I really like that last one. She lays down the fact here that for some reason she must have a savior man in her life; without it, she's incomplete. Now, don't get me wrong. I think chivalry, when used in absence of the condescending nature which this young woman seems to enjoy, is a great thing. I mean, I was raised on treating women a certain way. But I wasn't raised on this aspect that a woman should remain helpless, and be proud of it; only to truly fulfill her greatness by being saved by a man.

And I'd love to have some opinions on this, from men and women.

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Victor here because Jim is ignoring his blog again. And since he was so thrilled with the results of the last test I took for him, I decided to do another one for him, by using the Very Scientifical method of just clicking on whatever the hell I feel like. Today, we learn which Classic Leading Lady good ol' Jim would make. It's in the extended entry, but I'll give you a hint: Mommie Dearest. more...

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Sometimes you see that lone person in a bar. They'll be mulling over their drink, or maybe they'll be toying with it seductively, or watching the game, chatting with the barkeep. But we've all seen them, and there are a few that you can mark right off the bat; without ever talking to them, you already know what's going on.

Girl sitting up front, drinking a top shelf apple martini - "I'm spending someone else's money."
Guy sitting up front, drinking a top shelf apple martini - "I'm sucking someone else's dick."
Husky drunk girl next to the tap drinking dollar drafts - "I got kicked out of this bar for knocking a guy's teeth out once."
Husky drunk guy next to the tap drinking dollar drafts - "I stock groceries at Walmart. And my shift starts in half an hour."
Guy, shot of whiskey and a beer, both gone in less than a minute - Probably just robbed a bank.
Gal, surrounded by other gals, drinking Zima or Michelob Ultra - Just turned 21, trying not to ruin her GPA.
Guy, two fingers of single malt on two rocks, not stirring, gently sipping - Needs to take his bottle of Johnny Walker and get a room. This is a bar dammit, not a library.
Gal, cigar, gin and tonic - "If my ex could see me now."
Guy, early fifties, lots of rings, cigar, gin and tonic - "Did I tell you I was All-American back in '76?"

All this talk is making me thirsty. Shank out.

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Diamond Dave here to pick up the slack some more.

For your reading pleasure, something my wife sent me last night:

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Alright. Everyone here does something weird, maybe even something others would consider revolting. Those dirty little secrets we try to hard to keep from other people. Maybe you lay silent farts in public places, quietly crop-dusting your way across the office lobby. Or maybe you're that sick bastard who whacks it to pictures from National Geographic. Me? I pick my nose. And eat it. Keeps me healthy. Fact of the matter is, I've been eating those little bastards my whole life (well, not all of them) and I'm the healthiest person I know, hands down.

Anyways, what's yours?

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Bacon turns five today! It's hard to believe. It seems like just yesterday I was sitting on Lovely Wife's maternity bed gazing down at her beautiful exhausted face and his pink little wrinkled one.

He's growing up so fast. Worse, he's growing into me. He's the animal lover, the joker, the tool freak, the occassionally incredibly stubborn ass. Infinite mischief in a smiling wrapper.

Bacon is the one who always wants to help me with projects, the one who always proudly displays his latest biological finds. He's also the one with the penchant for drawing on every surface of our home with whatever is handy - and bringing Burger into his plots.

And just like Daddy, he's begun to use his little tool set to dissect things. Like Burger's electric guitar, his own R/C car, and some other cleverly hidden object that I've found only the screws for.

We butt heads a lot, probably because we are so similar in the stubborn department, but he's a genuine treat and I cherish this time when he looks up to me and wants to emulate me. Is it possible to get through the teen years with this intact? God, I hope so.

Happy fifth birthday, Big Guy!

Bacon shares his birthday with lots of famous people including Peter Sellers (of Pink Panther fame), Pink (the musician, and what's with the "pink" theme here?) and Boudicca, who turns four-oh today. At least that's what she says. Having met her, I'm fighting to come to grips with that. My personal age-o-meter pegs her at the low thirties.

Happy Birthday Bou!

UPDATE: Another famous birthday shared with Bacon. Today is Ted's special day, which he will no doubt celebrate by playing with something highly flammable.

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1 Happy birthday to Bacon AND Boudicca! And on a side note...what's up with men always needing to get the tools out and take things apart? Can't you gents just leave things well enough alone? Why, dammit, why?

Posted by: Helen at September 08, 2005 08:57 AM (ID3Q+)

2 Be sure to tell Bacon Happy Birthday for me.

Posted by: Tiffani at September 08, 2005 09:08 AM (KE4Gu)

3 Happy birthday, Bacon!!! He's so yummy. All three of your boys are. And thank you! Yup, the big 4-0. The boys were all a twitter this morning, "Mom, mom, mom, mom, you're FORTY today!" I think everyone in their school probably knows too...

Posted by: Bou at September 08, 2005 09:56 AM (5JHEt)

4 happy birthday to Bacon or Burger--whichever one it is (read the "shares his birthday" bit to see my confusion. Today is also Ted's birthday!

Posted by: Victor at September 08, 2005 10:42 AM (L3qPK)

5 Helen - It's frustration because we don't have our own boobies. Tiffani - I sure will! Bou - Just the school? I'm surprised. I'd have expected those three to get the word out to the community at large. By the big 5-0 you should be worrying about them taking out newspaper adds. ;-) Victor - Thanks! Confusion removed and I added Ted too.

Posted by: Jim at September 08, 2005 10:59 AM (tyQ8y)

6 Happy, happy birthday, Bacon! I wish you lots of yummy cake and ice cream!

Posted by: RP at September 08, 2005 01:57 PM (LlPKh)

7 awww...Happy Birthday lil Bacon!

Posted by: DeAnna at September 08, 2005 04:00 PM (IdVP4)

8 Happy Belated Birthday!

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I conned Jim from Snooze Button Dreams into playing a round of How Many Beers. LetÂ’s see how heÂ’s done:

1. The fat chick from Facts of Life

Natalie from Facts of Life? Hell, she’s just a cleverly disguised hottie. I’ll say three beers, just to loosen things up. But I’d be thinking about “Tootie” while I nailed her.

DamnÂ…ThatÂ’s at least six pack for me. Maybe if I just got back from a nudie bar...

2. Miss Hathaway from The Beverly Hillbillies

Miss Hathaway would depend. Are we talking the scarecrow from the TV show or Lily Tomlin from the movie? [We’re talking about the scarecrow—ed.] I’d bang Lily in a minute just so I could brag through the rest of my life that I screwed Eunice. The other one scares me. And she looks all dry. We’d definitely need several hours of tequila shots and a well placed tube of KY.

But youÂ’d do it. See for yourselves ladies, there may be a sliding scale, but so far nothingÂ’s off the chart.

3. Penny Marshall

Penny MarshallÂ…hmmmÂ… I donÂ’t think thatÂ’s possible. Her balls would get in the way.

I stand corrected. There is a point where Jim draws the line. IÂ’d probably do it if I was assured she wouldnÂ’t speak during the event. That voiceÂ…uhhh.

4. Chelsea Clinton

Chelsea Clinton? Are you kidding? Have you seen a picture of her lately? Hot damn, sheÂ’s taggable as hell! Zero beers required for Chelsea.

A new precedent! HeÂ’s willing to tag this one stone-cold sober. Folks, this is dramatic, ground- breaking blogging. IÂ’m on the edge of my seat for this next oneÂ…

5. Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey would require three consecutive keg stands. But I’d be thinking about “Tootie” while I nailed her.

InterestingÂ…I might have to start asking about more specific sexual acts in the future.

6. Julia Louis-Dreyfus

Julia Louis-Dreyfus would have to be taken stone cold sober. You need to keep your reflexes about you to avoid cutting yourself on that razor sharp nose.

Yeah, IÂ’d probably do this sober too. Shit, thatÂ’s what the dimmer switch is for. Again, IÂ’d have to be assured of no talking.

7. Margaret Cho

Margaret Cho. Margaret Cho. Cho Cho Cho. The ticket to ride that train costs a six pack with a Viagra shooter plus bloodletting to the point of unconsciousness.

IÂ’m with you there, brother. I was thinking black tar heroin.

8. Ethel from I Love Lucy

Ethel was a fiery thing. High spirits, tight dresses, nice tits and a cushiony backside. But she was used to resisting the advances of young, strapping, hot men with voices like silver. IÂ’d probably need to get her seriously trashed on highballs before I got into her panties.

Holy cow. IÂ’m not sure IÂ’d go there, but if I did, it would have to be something special. Like the inverted buck-crab, or the fourth posture of the perfumed garden. You know, so IÂ’d have a good story to tell later.

Well, there we have it, folks. LetÂ’s have a big round of applause for Jim, heÂ’s been a great guest, if not a little disturbing. Next up, weÂ’ll ask the ladies.

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Even if I was strip-club drunk—and watching porn—there’s just no way I’d tag Greta van Susteren. Everybody needs to draw the line somewhere.


IÂ’m happy to announce that How Many Beers will be a regular feature of this blog going forward.

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So I'm lying in bed, trying to sleep but I can't. I'm just kind of wandering through my mind, picking up old memories, dusting them off, and giving them a listen. For some reason I think of the few fisticuffs I've been in, and this little turn of phrase drops out of nowhere. It kind of rolled like thunder, low and far away at first, then gradually louder and clearer until it was booming and echoing in my head. Anyways, I couldn't think of a story worth telling that would incorporate it. Well, maybe I'm just too tired to really hash one out right now, but here's the phrase in bold, given in context:

That jackass spit on my mother, so I had no choice but to beat him barnyard ugly and shithouse stupid.

I can't make much sense of it, but it wouldn't go away. It's got a cadence to it, poetic meter - it practically does the Charelston right out of my mouth as a matter of fact. I think you could even split it up into two phrases, using either the barnyard ugly or the shithouse stupid. But when it came crashing through those saloon doors between my subconcious and concious mind, it came in blasting from both barrels, so I kept it that way.

Well, there you have it. Now you know what keeps me up at night. Cheers.

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Friday - Left work early as per my usual summer Friday ritual. ONe day, they'll fire me for it, but until then I persist. Went to the beach, surprisingly great conditions - four to five feet, clean sets. I tried not to suck at surfing for about an hour, gave up and went to the body board for the remainder. Met some friends for beer and pool later that night, closed the bar, fell into something soft (a bed? couch? closet floor?) sometime in the wee hours.

Saturday - Saturday morning and afternoon never really existed. I got out of bed just before five, cooked up some fine gourmet food for the woman and watched movies.

Sunday - Volleyball and beer from noon until about six. Then I had abrief work-related meeting. I don't remember it being to productive because I could only think about getting back to volleyball and beer, but somehow I finished everything I needed to. There was a return to youthful reverie (and not so much to volleyball) sometime around nine pm. I fell asleep in the car and woke up in my bed.

Monday - Minor housekeeping issues, catching up, preparing for the onslaught that will be the next four days. I have finally completed a keystone ananlysis and research project (hence the Sunday meeting of the minds) that I've been working on with a team for the past year or so; and will be beginning another six month project immediately after my presentation a week from now. So I took the time Monday to build up a little momentum for what should be an interesting few weeks.

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All three boys have done the bulk of their growing up here in Atlanta but only Burger was conceived and born natively. Sometimes it shows.

Me: Everybody ready? Let's get in the van and get going.

[Kids begin climbing into the vehicle.]

Me: Woah there, Burger! You've got to finish that soda before you get in the van. Drink it or toss it.

[Burger looks up at me like I am a complete moron. A complete moron who has deeply offended him.]

Burger: It's not a SODA. It's a COKE.

I ended up holding it for him while we drove home. It being a COKE and all, we couldn't let it go to waste.

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1 I have to agree with you on this one and I was raised in south Georgia myself. Of course, I'm also the person insisting that summer doesn't end until day <= night.

Posted by: Trey Givens at September 06, 2005 01:43 PM (yaMs/)

2 Soda? I can't get over the fact that people call it soda. When I lived in California everyone called soft drinks Coke. "You want a coke?" "What kind of coke?" "We have pepsi, 7up or Root beer". Here in the good ol state of Ohio they call it pop. Took a while to get used to....

Posted by: Tiffani at September 06, 2005 02:23 PM (KE4Gu)

3 Yeah, it's all Coke. I don't know why but the word "pop" just really grates on my nerves.

Posted by: DeAnna at September 06, 2005 03:14 PM (IdVP4)

4 I can't stand calling it "pop" that's just bizarre.

Posted by: caltechgirl at September 06, 2005 03:25 PM (Fhzb0)

5 ahhh, a fellow coke connoseur!

Posted by: michele at September 06, 2005 11:03 PM (TWN8U)

6 As a northern Illinois resident. It's pop. Soda just sounds weird.

Posted by: Contagion at September 07, 2005 08:42 AM (Q5WxB)

7 I was born in Ohio, so I'm going to blame any leanings I have toward "pop" on my maternal family. Damned yankees! And it's looks like my first comment got cut off due to using the less than sign. That's supposed to read "day less than or equal to night" at the end.

Posted by: Trey Givens at September 07, 2005 08:46 AM (yaMs/)

8 Trey, Where in Ohio?

Posted by: Tiffani at September 07, 2005 11:33 AM (KE4Gu)

9 Kids gotta love em.

Posted by: Sompopo at September 07, 2005 07:27 PM (TsMw6)

10 We only drink 'coke' where I come from! Everything is coke.

Posted by: Bou at September 07, 2005 09:40 PM (5JHEt)

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Day 1: Waited all day for the cable guy, afraid even to go in the shower in case he came. As usual, he showed up with five minutes to spare in the six hour window I was quoted. During the six hour wait I ate an entire package of Oreos. When he finally did show up he was clueless and no help whatsoever. I offered him a can of Coke and he was visibly angry that I didnÂ’t have diet. Day one completely wasted.

Day 2: Woke up with a pounding headache. Bought a new home theater system and spent seven hours trying to hook it up. Two more trips to the store for extra cables that cost almost as much as the system. One trip to the liquor store that was well worth it. Went to a Mexican themed party and ate a lot of shit with ground beef, rice and beans. Hosts put on a home video of their latest vacation and turned off all the lights. I debated making a scene about the video and the banality of all participants. Choose to leave quietly instead without saying good bye. Took my bottle and slammed the door loudly. By 9:00PM was in safe harbor on my couch.

Day 3: Woke up with the running shits. Spent another five hours trying to hook up the home theater system, in between running to the shitter and lying on the couch moaning. Watched hazy TV and steamed over hours lost setting up home theater incorrectly. Had insomnia and debated the value of my life for several hours.

End report.

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Today started out...interestingly.

Bacon: Daddy! I made Yu-gi-oh cards!

Me: You made them?

Bacon: Yeah, look!

[Bacon brings over a stack of paper with random drawings and numbers on them]

Me: Oh! I see. Very nice, buddy.

Bacon: This one is a dragon monster. Look at how many life points he has!

Me: Wow. That's a tough monster there.

Bacon: And this one has WHORES!

Me: Whores?!

Bacon: Yeah, whores on the top AND the bottom!

Me: Um...

Bacon: See? And he can stab with them!

[Bacon presents one of his drawings, proudly pointing to the features in question.]

Me: Oh! Horns!

Bacon: Yeah. Lots of them! I wish I had a bunch of whores too!

Me: Well that goes without saying.

I need more coffee.

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1 That's my boyfriend, you know. Love it! Thanks, Jim.

Posted by: Margi at September 04, 2005 02:22 PM (nwEQH)

2 Too cute. Would he like to share?

Posted by: diamond dave at September 04, 2005 07:23 PM (74erN)

3 ROTFL!

Posted by: vw bug at September 04, 2005 08:03 PM (8QWwp)

4 like father, like..... :-P

Posted by: Pam at September 05, 2005 11:50 AM (4nIyv)

5 Is there enough coffee in the world for a morning like that?

Posted by: Masked Mom at September 05, 2005 02:57 PM (yqQbX)

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Diamond Dave here, throwing in his two cents worth.

My wife works at Georgia Tech at night. She was witness to some of the relief efforts going on there for the storm refugees from La/Miss. Some of the things she heard and saw concerning these efforts upset her greatly. Here is a copy of the email she sent me, which she also sent to various news organizations:

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I had the dream about the horseshoe crabs again last night.

I havenÂ’t seen a horseshoe crab, living or dead, in at least fifteen years. The horseshoe crab, for those ignorant of such creatures, is basically a great big 300 million year old sea spider with a hard shell and a scary underbelly. The more educated amongst you [cough] might know them by the name Limulus Polyphemus.

The dream is always the same. IÂ’m at the beach in my trunks, standing at the waters edge. I am precariously balanced on one leg, standing upon the hard back of one of these critters. My opposite leg is bent at the knee and raised, like Ralph Macchio in the crane stance. When I look toward the incoming breakers, ten of thousands of these creatures are emerging from the sea and are headed directly for me. Every few seconds a wave breaks at my feet, washing over my crabby footstool and threatening my fragile balance. As more crabs emerge toward me, threatening whatever menace they harbor, the closest specimens flip themselves over to expose their devilish looking underside, the part that IÂ’m afraid of.

I always wake up as I lose my balance and fall into crabs.

I have no idea what significance this dream has in relation to my life. My childhood experience with these creatures was limited to picking them up by the tail and whacking other unsuspecting children in the back as hard as I could. TheyÂ’ve got some weight to them and a big crab could easily send a twelve year old to the ground if you swung hard enough. I remain puzzled and disturbed, even at this late hour of the day.

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1 Sea spiders?!?!?! That's more horrifying than anything I've ever seen in a movie.

Posted by: Ted at September 02, 2005 01:52 PM (+OVgL)

2 maybe it means that deep down you'd really like a set of nipple clamps.

Posted by: jenE at September 02, 2005 03:00 PM (K0Tmz)

3 After looking at the underbelly, I'd say you're afraid of falling into vaginas that are not your own. You are balancing on the one that you can have, but the others are forbidden.

Posted by: Jennifer at September 02, 2005 03:27 PM (VKyhq)

4 Likening these prehistoric beasts to vaginas is beyond my comprehension! I can't imagine life if I'm afraid of vaginas. Vaginas = good. Prehistoric crabs= bad. Vaginas + crabs of any sort=

Posted by: Paul at September 02, 2005 03:42 PM (vbP6L)

5 No, no. You need to read the first sentence again. And while I'm here, I'd like to take this opportunity to say that the comments template at this site sucks. Going to a whole new page, without the post or a way to navigate back to the blog is lame. (And I know the back button works, but if you leave a comment you have to go back twice. It irritates.)

Posted by: Jennifer at September 02, 2005 03:50 PM (MmRh6)

6 Damn, I was going to make a comment about crabs and vaginas too, you beat me to it Jen. I might have a couple of ideas to get the comments in a seperate window... I still have access to the blog I can try something if you want.

Posted by: Oorgo at September 02, 2005 04:18 PM (lM0qs)

7 Jennifer, hit the 'Main' link up top you lazy American.

Posted by: shank at September 02, 2005 06:19 PM (jfEhX)

8 mmmm... giant sea spiders... very tasty with melted butter... drool

Posted by: Ethne at September 02, 2005 07:07 PM (vw+UT)

9 What "Main" button, Poopyhead?

Posted by: Victor at September 02, 2005 08:57 PM (l+W8Z)

10 What Victor said.

Posted by: Jennifer at September 02, 2005 09:20 PM (egCtC)

11 Ooo.. .the crabs must have fixed the comments ... creepy.

Posted by: Oorgo at September 02, 2005 11:47 PM (1JIkb)

12 In a tribute to good parenting, during a lecture to my daughter about the importance of washing your hands yesterday, I brought up your crab links and showed her and told her that is what germs look like. She held her hands out and looked at them with this touching look of horror I shall always cherish. Let the OCD commence! Thanks, Paul!

Posted by: Bane at September 03, 2005 02:27 PM (JO5DH)

13 When you click the permalink to view the thread, there are links at the top of the page that take you to the neighboring posts, or back to the main page.

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(Credit to Lovely Wife)

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1 You gotta stop relying on her for all your good stuff, you know.

Posted by: RP at September 02, 2005 11:51 AM (LlPKh)

2 Hes gotta stop STEALING my stuff!LOL

Posted by: LW at September 02, 2005 11:52 AM (oqu5j)

3 Whatever for? I rely on her for everything else.

Posted by: Jim at September 02, 2005 11:53 AM (tyQ8y)

4 At work we share a floor with a company called Office Management Group. They have a big sign by their door with their initals on it. One day the temptation will prove too strong...

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