Took a cab to the market this afternoon to pick up some last-minute items. Cabbie drops me off next to a parked car, but being in kind of a hurry, I'm not paying attention enough to ask him to pull up. So, of course when I open the door, I misjudge a little and it ends up lightly tapping the parked car.

And wouldn't you know, someone is sitting in the car. He pokes his head out his door and says, "Hey, thanks for hitting the car!" Me: "I'm sorry, it was an accident." Him: "Bitch!" Me, not the least bit sorry anymore: "F@#% you!"

Ah, 'tis the season! :bitching:

goldilocks my ass! :lol:

you're a trooper! manage and assess! or even go without gloves. i have a detergent allergy but if need be, i use my roommates even though it makes me itch like crazy...

Oh Beest, dear, bring Hebe, Hector and Thor to the kitchen, would you. There's some things that need doing that I would do, only I can't ...

I'd say you have got things "just right" indeed. :D Those gloves might not be available for some time ;)

yes, allergic to detergents too. And most raw vegetable proteins... I am a trooper, but if I do anything in the kitchen without non-latex gloves, my hands will be out of action for at least a week -occasionally it has been to the point where I can't hold a steering wheel safely. Any other part of my body -if it were able to perform the task- would not react so badly, but I have had eczema on my hands all my life, the skin is so thin from all the steroid creams, I have no barrier whatsoever and right now, it's angry, swollen and raw already. "Itch like crazy" yeah, I could handle that. But that isn't where cleaning without gloves or with latex gloves takes me. It's taken me to hospital on more than one occassion. I'm no wuss. but I'm not stupid either.

Fortunately, we found an old pair of gloves that -whilst a little nasty- had no holes. So I was able to finish the kitchen and it's wonderful.

Are people ever going to understand that if they are supposed to call someone,
they have the obligation to keep trying until they reach them.

If you want my business and you say you'll call me back,
then you better damn well keep trying til you get me.

I'm fed up with not hearing from someone when they are supposed to call me,
and if I call them they say "Oh, I called, but the line was busy" :mad2:
.

Not sure about this one. If I call and leave a message or whatever, then thats on you.
I'm not gonna keep buggin you ... unless you owe me money.

So I've been looking all over for the sinew that I processed and I can't find it anywhere. Tonight I'm down in the basement, in my laboratory, and I notice this plastic grocery bag down by the floor but jammed into the foundation. (Our foundation is from 1850 and is essentially dry stacked shale since lime and sand are not actually cement)

I reach to retrieve the bag and it's stuck into the wall, I pull and pull and it's like one of those magician's scarves. Finally I get the whole thing out and it's all chewed to shit. After a while I realize that it was the bag that had all my sinew inside. Had. The fucking critter even ate all the wax paper the sinew was wrapped in.

Fucking thing.

Of course, you know. This means war.

Elmer Fudd hats are making a fashion comeback, FFF do you wanna borrow Cashmere's for your "hunting critters" expedition? Or should I just be very very twiet? ;)

Stupid new high speed internet connection.

Lying cocksuckers....there's no high speed, there's no reliability and your unlimited plans may be wonderful....if I could ever download anything.

Fuckbags.

The latest movie by F3 -----

Revenge of the squirrell

Ah DN welcome to my internet connection 24/7 for the foreseeable future :thepain:

{phone lines are so archaic they do not support high speed internet service}

an email conversation that started yesterday with my xwife has today ascelated to the point of a her threatening with a divorce war for finance and property, which i can win easily, but only by sinking to her level, and not without hurting the child in the process as i have enough material for her to plausibly loose custady of the child i took as my own and took care of for the last 18 months, but not for me to actually get custady because i am not his biological father.

i can't believe i was in love with that bitch and gave her the trust neccessry when your immigrating for someone and opening your heart to their child. how was i so blind? ok i know the answer and i am pretty sure it was good conversations and awesome sex, but still...its really hard to stop kicking my own balls for letting myself fall for her. its not like the signs weren't there, i just dismissed them instead of following what they mean about what sort of person she is.

You think I don't already have an Elmer Fudd hat?

well, that there seals the deal, footy.

I'm officially *in wuuuuuuuuuv*

:D

The hat combined with your poetic prowess is a powerful combination.