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Post by TheLuckyOne on Nov 17, 2004 12:55:35 GMT -5
Hey, don't worry about it, J- sometimes angry love is the best kind of love!
;D
-D
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Post by PoolMan on Nov 17, 2004 13:27:49 GMT -5
I HAVE seen the "F" word pop up out of Justin's posts a lot these days. Of course, that's to be expected.
Personally, I started calling my wife "my wife" about a month after we got engaged. I always hated the word "fiancée".
And now back to your regularly scheduled angry love.
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Post by pfrsue on Nov 17, 2004 18:56:06 GMT -5
This afternoon, I mentioned to my boss that I'd read that Smarty Jones's (the horse that nearly won the Triple Crown this year) mother was just sold for five million dollars. My boss thought about it for a minute and said, "You know, my daughter made state in swimming. That's pretty good, isn't it? I wonder what I could get for my wife?"  |
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Post by TheOogieBoogieMan on Nov 17, 2004 20:00:55 GMT -5
This didn't happen today, but it's still one of the funniest things I've heard in a long while.
I was riding in my sister's car (which is pretty old and was in bad shape when this happened), and we were gonna make a turn, and she turned on the turn signal. The car would struggle to made the turn signal noise, and in between efforts, the car would make wheezing noises. It sounded like somebody had to manually work the turn signal by pulling on 2 ton weights inside the car. It sounded like:
click-click...wheeze...click-cli...wheeze...
and so on in a similar fashion. It made me laugh so hard.
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Post by Head Mutant on Nov 17, 2004 20:21:12 GMT -5
Justin's still in mild shock over the whole "engagement" thing, so by typing stuff like that, it helps to make it more of a reality. Plus, I don't have a spiffy code name for her yet, like PoolGirl or duckie, and I want to respect her privacy.
Well
Yeah
I kinda like just saying it to say it.
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Post by pfrsue on Nov 17, 2004 20:31:19 GMT -5
I don't have a signifcant other to give a spiffy code name to.  This moment of gratuitous self-pity brought to you by the makers of comfort food, tacky romance novels and Kleenex. |
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Post by PoolMan on Nov 18, 2004 10:44:38 GMT -5
That's okay, Sue! You have offspring who can give YOU spiffy code names! ;D
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Post by Ms. Jellybean on Nov 19, 2004 11:00:24 GMT -5
Okay, here's something not-so-funny from our Quiz Bowl competition...
Braxton: So here's Franklin Street.
Caitlin: Okay?
(30 minutes later)
Caitlin: We're still on Franklin Street?
Braxton: Look, this town shouldn't even be called Chapel Hill. It should be called "The University Plus Franklin Street."
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Post by pfrsue on Nov 19, 2004 16:12:22 GMT -5
That's okay, Sue! You have offspring who can give YOU spiffy code names! ;D They gave me one this morning actually. Backstory: Last night, youngest offspring had a nightmare and called for backup. (Me.) Said she was sure that one of the Terminators was either in the bathroom or the basement. I explained how Arnie has other things on his mind in California and besides, he was the Kindergarten Cop, so no worries. Besides, I tell her, the bathroom is waaaay too small for such an entity. She replies that the "liquid Terminator" is a shape-shifter and can become anything or fit anywhere. In fact, she says, -I- could be one. So I explain that of any shape for a Terminator to take, it's extraodinarily unlikely that one would be desperate enough to change into my doppelganger. She accepts this. So I get her a glass of water, tuck her in, kiss her gently on the forehead and whisper, "I'll be back." You should have heard the scream. Anyway, as of this morning, I'm the "Mominator". Sue |
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Post by Head Mutant on Nov 19, 2004 22:07:01 GMT -5
I *LOVE* these MRFH people I work with!
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Post by duckie on Nov 20, 2004 9:10:44 GMT -5
Does the MRFH staff members' benefits package include therapy for the immediate family? ;D
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Post by PoolMan on Nov 20, 2004 10:54:45 GMT -5
My God, that's the most touching parenting story EVER.  |
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Post by TheLuckyOne on Nov 26, 2004 18:19:33 GMT -5
A short story:
So I finally convinced my girlfriend that before the final Star Wars movie is released to theaters, she had to watch all of the earlier ones with me, starting with the originals so she doesn't break up with me before we get to the good ones. We watched Star Wars a couple days after the DVD set was released, then TESB last weekend. Today, at long last, came time for RoTJ. Now, as we're lying there on the couch, we come to the scene where the ewoks have just captured the rebels and are planning to cook them for dinner. At this point, the girlfriend turns to me and asks, "Why doesn't C-3PO just order the ewoks to let them go?"
Now I, of course, give her the stock answer: "Well, uh... you heard him, it's against his programming to impersonate a deity." To which she responds with annoyance, "No, it's because he's a punk."
Yes she did. I ask you, has there ever been a more perfect woman?
-D
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Post by Ms. Jellybean on Dec 6, 2004 11:14:32 GMT -5
Here's something that few may understand... ME: He seems to be suffering from Keanu Reeves Syndrome. GRETYL: Keanu Reeves Syndrome? How can you tell? ME: He has good looks but no brains and a devout female following. He also has the emotional range of a two-by-four. GRETYL: Wow, that sounds like all of the guys at my school. ME: No, they must be exceptionally good looking. Now, on to more important things... I want my, I want my, I want my... GRETYL: MTV? ME: No, dammit, my Chinese food! A strange little exchange from SVSM this past summer...  |
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Post by Ms. Jellybean on Dec 7, 2004 10:48:09 GMT -5
Two consecutive posts... bad practice. Oh well. I couldn't resist after participating in this exchange...
Disclaimer: My friends Julian and Braxton, while they may like to act otherwise, are quite heterosexual. My brother is slightly homophobic. You may proceed.
(Me, Julian, and Braxton sitting on a brick wall outside the school)
BRAXTON: We're making a twisted Neopolitan sandwich!
ME: (slaps Julian's hand) How so?
BRAXTON: Well, I'm chocolate, you're vanilla, and instead of strawberry, Julian is the caramel!
ME: Why does the female vanilla have to be stuck between the horny male chocolate and caramel?
JULIAN: But I want my sexy chocolate... (reaches for Braxton, who also slaps his hand)
ME & BRAXTON: My goodies, my goodies...
ME: Look, there's my brother. Looking for me, no doubt. (points across parking lot)
JULIAN: (yelling) Heeeeey, Sexy! Come here, Sparkles! Lemme spank your cute little bottom!
ME: Julian, for the love of God, please wait until he actually gets over here before you hit on him.
JULIAN: But he's a sexy freshman, like me!
ME: Julian, there's a difference between high school and college freshman.
JULIAN: But he's just so sexy!
ME: You're older and sexier, my wonderful Mexican.
JULIAN: Quit feeding my ego.
BRAXTON: Yeah, 'cause I'm gonna deflate it.
WILL (my brother): What are they doing?
ME: Just ignore the animals and they won't bite. Let's go.
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