View Poll Results: Do you prefer us lobbing Potatoes or Grenades to take care of spammers?
Lob potatoes to just stun them
2
16.67%
Lob grenades and remove them from the TMS pool permanently
10
83.33%
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Mustangs Coast to Coast
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http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20101115/...ne_way_to_mars
I can think of a few 'celebrities' and politicians I'd like to volunteer for that trip...
Scientists propose one-way trips to Mars
NTTAWWT
back a couple weeks ago, when the whole "reject the body scan...be subject to a more intense frisking" thing was going on, there were several comments of "yeaup, gonna start popping viagra before going to the airport"
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Like Father...
I ♥ Sausage
I ♥ Sausage
Like Father...
I ♥ Sausage
I ♥ Sausage
"A Mercury is a good car. That's the car I was driving that day. I've had a lot of cars. Different kinds. Lot's of different kinds of cars. She was standing - this girl - on the side of the street where there was this chicken stand, wasn't the Colonel but it was a chicken stand nonetheless. I pulled the Mercury up right along side her and rolled down the window, see, by electric power. She had on a leather skirt and had a lot of hair on her arms. I like that a lot. That means a big bush. I like a big bush. She says, "Are you dating?" You know, so I said, "Sure". She gets in and we pull off to a remote location that was comfortable for both she and I. She says, "How much do you wanna spend?", I said, "Whatever it will take to see that bush of yours because I know it's a big one". She says, "Twenty five dollars". That's not chicken feed to a working man so I produce the $25, she puts it in her shoe, pulls up her skirt and there before me lay this thin, crooked, uncircumcised *****.
You can imagine how bad I wanted my $25 back, huh? "
A cookie for anyone who knows the source of that.
You can imagine how bad I wanted my $25 back, huh? "
A cookie for anyone who knows the source of that.
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"A Mercury is a good car. That's the car I was driving that day. I've had a lot of cars. Different kinds. Lot's of different kinds of cars. She was standing - this girl - on the side of the street where there was this chicken stand, wasn't the Colonel but it was a chicken stand nonetheless. I pulled the Mercury up right along side her and rolled down the window, see, by electric power. She had on a leather skirt and had a lot of hair on her arms. I like that a lot. That means a big bush. I like a big bush. She says, "Are you dating?" You know, so I said, "Sure". She gets in and we pull off to a remote location that was comfortable for both she and I. She says, "How much do you wanna spend?", I said, "Whatever it will take to see that bush of yours because I know it's a big one". She says, "Twenty five dollars". That's not chicken feed to a working man so I produce the $25, she puts it in her shoe, pulls up her skirt and there before me lay this thin, crooked, uncircumcised *****.
You can imagine how bad I wanted my $25 back, huh? "
A cookie for anyone who knows the source of that.
You can imagine how bad I wanted my $25 back, huh? "
A cookie for anyone who knows the source of that.
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Little story from today...
Background first: As many of you know I'm a custom homebuilder here in Texas. Well as part of the contract and also as required by state law we conduct what' called a final walk-through between the builder and the buyer to make a list of punch items to be fixed before closing. Sometimes this can be put on a post it note and other times I've had 3 pages of legal pad front and back. It's partially a reflection of my failure and also the customers unreasonable expectations. But to be honest we usually do pretty good and if you are honest and fix what should be fixed 99 times out of 100 you'll be fine.
to be continued...
Background first: As many of you know I'm a custom homebuilder here in Texas. Well as part of the contract and also as required by state law we conduct what' called a final walk-through between the builder and the buyer to make a list of punch items to be fixed before closing. Sometimes this can be put on a post it note and other times I've had 3 pages of legal pad front and back. It's partially a reflection of my failure and also the customers unreasonable expectations. But to be honest we usually do pretty good and if you are honest and fix what should be fixed 99 times out of 100 you'll be fine.
to be continued...
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so...
Today I had a final walk-thru with a customer who is also a vendor. We buy from him along with many other builders, but as the ultimate compliment to us, he chose us to build his custom house. So we are doing the walk thru and its typical stuff. Paint items, some brick pointing to be done outside, etc.
So we are standing on the back patio and he calls me over...
"Gary, come here a minute. What's that look like to you?" as he points down to the muddy ground about a foot off the concrete patio.
Gary scratches his head searching for words..."Well Lee, that looks like a...well..."
Gary grabs a stick leaning against the wall and pokes at the object before committing to an answer.
"Well Lee, that's a condom. And I believe its used too."
Lee says, "Any idea how that got here?"
Gary says, "Well Lee, I know its not mine."
I've seen alot of things on a job site, beer cans, nudie mags, Big Red soda bottles with used syringes in them, water jugs filled with ****, human turds in a box of nails, and even a discarded roach or two, but I have never seen a rubber.
So I go back to the office and as usual practice I type up the walk-thru list to give the superintendent to get done before closing.
#16. Throw away used rubber in back yard.
I wonder if he'll have any idea what that actually means.
Today I had a final walk-thru with a customer who is also a vendor. We buy from him along with many other builders, but as the ultimate compliment to us, he chose us to build his custom house. So we are doing the walk thru and its typical stuff. Paint items, some brick pointing to be done outside, etc.
So we are standing on the back patio and he calls me over...
"Gary, come here a minute. What's that look like to you?" as he points down to the muddy ground about a foot off the concrete patio.
Gary scratches his head searching for words..."Well Lee, that looks like a...well..."
Gary grabs a stick leaning against the wall and pokes at the object before committing to an answer.
"Well Lee, that's a condom. And I believe its used too."
Lee says, "Any idea how that got here?"
Gary says, "Well Lee, I know its not mine."
I've seen alot of things on a job site, beer cans, nudie mags, Big Red soda bottles with used syringes in them, water jugs filled with ****, human turds in a box of nails, and even a discarded roach or two, but I have never seen a rubber.
So I go back to the office and as usual practice I type up the walk-thru list to give the superintendent to get done before closing.
#16. Throw away used rubber in back yard.
I wonder if he'll have any idea what that actually means.
Last edited by 2k7gtcs; 11/15/10 at 10:31 PM.
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I worked for a rather unscrupulous boss at one time. I'm sure I've told some stories. Well there was this builder that owed him some money for unpaid goods. Yet we still delivered new products to him. Well on one delivery my supervisor tells me to go in and take a look in that box over there. Well I was more than a little naive. So I walk over to the box and open it up. On the outside it looked like a brand new box of nails we had just delivered, but on the inside my supervisor had popped a big nasty squat over it. Evidently in my italian boss's world a brand new box of nails and **** was a sign for his customers to pay up.
Like Father...
I ♥ Sausage
I ♥ Sausage
Like Father...
I ♥ Sausage
I ♥ Sausage
This is awesome!!! What a flashback to the 80's.
I love the exhaust and the chain. Very cool.
I love the exhaust and the chain. Very cool.
Last edited by Rather B.Blown; 11/15/10 at 11:33 PM.
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"A Mercury is a good car. That's the car I was driving that day. I've had a lot of cars. Different kinds. Lot's of different kinds of cars. She was standing - this girl - on the side of the street where there was this chicken stand, wasn't the Colonel but it was a chicken stand nonetheless. I pulled the Mercury up right along side her and rolled down the window, see, by electric power. She had on a leather skirt and had a lot of hair on her arms. I like that a lot. That means a big bush. I like a big bush. She says, "Are you dating?" You know, so I said, "Sure". She gets in and we pull off to a remote location that was comfortable for both she and I. She says, "How much do you wanna spend?", I said, "Whatever it will take to see that bush of yours because I know it's a big one". She says, "Twenty five dollars". That's not chicken feed to a working man so I produce the $25, she puts it in her shoe, pulls up her skirt and there before me lay this thin, crooked, uncircumcised *****.
You can imagine how bad I wanted my $25 back, huh? "
A cookie for anyone who knows the source of that.
You can imagine how bad I wanted my $25 back, huh? "
A cookie for anyone who knows the source of that.
I don't like potted meat. Daddy used to say they was made out of lips, peckers and intestines.