If you got a surprise $100 right now
Or 50 quid/whatever..... let's say you find the biggest banknote available in your country blowing in the wind and you catch it. You try to turn it in to the police (good karma) and they are not interested. What do you do with it?
what? are all y'all still recovering from the shock of being told to keep it?
dinner?
pay off bills?
clothes?
charity?
i started typing an answer a few hours but decided it was too boring... but if you insist
i would spend it on groceries and beer, unless i could be sure i could con at least that much more grocery/alcohol money outta my parents...
if I was SURE i had enough budget coming from them, which I never am because they've gotten very good at giving me just enough money to be almost comfortable without giving me enough to have Fun, if i was sure i could afford it and actually find someone reliable, i'd spend it on good ol' mary jane, but lately only one of those two conditions are ever met at a time.
Pay my parents back for Diz's vet bill.
I'll be paying them back anyway, but it would be marvellous to hand it over all at once.
I usually owe them approx £20 by the end of the month anyway (shopping or prescription or toiletries or something) so the extra £50 means it will have to come in installments.
Two more sections of my back fence replaced! :D
Shoes for the possible upcoming interviews I may face
Shoes for your face? Dude, you'll never get a job going in with shoes on your face!
Oh, I think I read that wrong.
Funny, I was thinking too, a damn pair of dressy casual comfortable freaking navy blue shoes for work. Not 8 inch spikes, thank you very much, I have to walk blocks. Not platforms that make you look like you had a chinese foot-binding. Just a nice comfortable wedge to wear with my navy blue pants.
You can't find them and if you do they cost way more than I want to pay for a pair of freaking shoes.
roll up it up and do lines with it.
nah, i'd just put it in my wallet for an emergency
... or keep it there to not loan to the mooch. "Sorry I've only got a c note."
I was gonna say pay my credit card bill but then I read UT's post. I do need new shoes and am in the process of looking for a pair. So, I would use half for buying shoes and the other half to pay the bill. I wear children size so yeah, my running shoes should only cost about $50 bucks.
we just refinanced our house and had a suprise winfall ($) ,
i was hopeing for some fun with thextra cash ,
Bills got paid
Shoes for the possible upcoming interviews I may face
I'm starting to think I need my work to be shoeless.
Ok, that pretty much narrows it down to lifeguard or jesus
$100:
Fill the gas tank. And a double Whopper.
Ok, that pretty much narrows it down to lifeguard or jesus
Kinda sketchy in the benefits dept...
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my friend just posted on facebook:
I was going through some old cards and letters, and I found a $100 bill! I'm rich!
I'd buy a soda to make change.
A C-note would just get tucked in the wallet and chipped away at like everything else.
Bills, then if there's anything left over... dog haircuts. Being a grown up is not as fun as everyone else tried to say it would be.
Who said that? ;)
You're good, Razz! :)
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my friend just posted on facebook:
It's the greatest feeling. About 4,5 years ago while cleaning out my desk, I went through some old envelopes and found $50. Bought myself a pair of running shoes then. LOL...just realized I want to buy myself another pair with the imaginary $100. :p:
Shoes for your face? Dude, you'll never get a job going in with shoes on your face!
Oh, I think I read that wrong.
Funny, I was thinking too, a damn pair of dressy casual comfortable freaking navy blue shoes for work. Not 8 inch spikes, thank you very much, I have to walk blocks. Not platforms that make you look like you had a chinese foot-binding. Just a nice comfortable wedge to wear with my navy blue pants.
You can't find them and if you do they cost way more than I want to pay for a pair of freaking shoes.
I had an awesome pair of navy blue wedge heeled shoes when I was younger that I bought specifically to wear with my navy blue pants for work or going out for drinks. They were so awesome I wore them completely out. First the soul started getting thinner, then the heels just came loose and the fabric upper started fraying.
I loved those shoes. I could dance for hours in them, and they looked really good. I miss those shoes. I wish I could get them back, but they were from the 1990's. I don't think I'll ever find any to ever match them again. :sniff:
Oh I hear youl I love the pair I still have and they look like crap. Low heeled and cute, with the bottoms of the heels flapping around and clicking inappropriately. Scratches on the sides of the heels. But they 'go.' And they gotta go!
I feel like I should honor them for their unwavering service lo these four years!
I have two pairs of stacked wedges that I still wear out (if I ever get to go out!)
I think I've said before that they outlasted my marriage and the Evil Ex.
The white ones do make my feet burn after a night of dancing, but at least I can keep them on. Many of my dancing shoes were only viable for about an hour and then stashed under a table somewhere. Dancing barefoot is so much nicer since the smoking ban!
I had a high-heeled, calf-high (mock) snakeskin boot stolen while out dancing in Weymouth. Luckily I was a slip of a thing then, and got a piggy-back to the boat I was staying on. I always wonder who bothered to steal a single boot. I suspect a jealous lady, because I was in a damned foxy dress. And because it makes me feel good to think that.
groceries.
boring but needed.
Who said that? ;)
You're good, Razz! :)
Y'know, all those kids who just CAN'T WAIT to grow up and get a car and live on their own and stop going to school and and...
I was never one of those kids.
I do need new shoes and am in the process of looking for a pair.
I never met a woman who didn't or wasn't. :haha:
The feminist in me wants to shoot that right down...
The boot phreak in me has an eye on some new sketchers...
I never met a woman who didn't or wasn't. :haha:
A pair of running shoes, ha! Mine is actually falling apart and has been for months. The bottom is flapping and my sister is afraid I may trip and fall one day. She's actually the one who's urging to get a new pair. :p: In any case, there's nothing wrong with always looking at a new pair of shoes. :frog:
The feminist in me wants to shoot that right down...
The boot phreak in me has an eye on some new sketchers...
Sketchers have some nice shoes, huh.
The feminist in me wants to shoot that right down...
The boot phreak in me has an eye on some new sketchers...
You see? It's universal. But it's not your fault, it's part of the culture. For guys it's will it fit and do the job, but for girls it's part of the wardrobe, the outfit, like the mentioned blue shoes to go with blue slacks. I'm not being critical, it's just a fact you feel better when that shit matches.
OK, now we have the problem of not just black or brown, (plus white sneakers), you've got colors and shades of colors to consider. Not even getting into styles. :smack:
Since shoe stores aren't the paint store where they whip up what you want, you're at the mercy of what some gay dude thinks will be fabulous this season. Of course you don't have anything that goes with this season's hot fuchsia, but if you have a couple extra bucks you better grab them because next year when the hot fuchsia makes it to the slack racks you can afford, those shoes will be ancient history.
That's why most every woman I've ever known was missing a pair of shoes her wardrobe needed, and she was on a constant hunt.
I don't approve, but I understand.:)
I have absolutely no interest in shoes.
NONE.
but my daughter would put the genetically engineered child of Imelda Marcos and Ivana Trump to shame, so i guess my share just got delayed and passed on.....
...I'd buy coffee, cigarettes, and pizza later.
Bruce I have to disagree.
Now I love shoes. I admit. Shoe shop windows draw me like jewellers windows.
But my damned feet won't let me wear half the shoes I crave.
Still, I crave them.
When I was 21 I took someone else's boyfriend on a weekend away (I'd just dumped mine) and he laughed at me with my nose pressed against the window of Hobbes. "I can't help it!" I said, "I love looking at shoes!"
"You and every other woman I know" he said.
Cold bucket of water or what?
Not very gallant at least.
And that was the first time I realised that liking sparkly things, pink, wanting to touch lush fabrics, craving red shoes however unsuitable was simply part of being a woman. I was a tomboy. I have no idea even now what is this season or last season or last time I had a decent payday.
I love flats and flipflops to walk in. All the time, even in Winter if I can get away with it. I love anything that brings me up to Limey's height - I missed my target by a good few inches growing up. I love leopardskin, patent and kitten heels, boots and wedges.
My shoes go with everything I wear. My style is a cross between eclectic and bag lady. If I had the money it would be Helena Bonham-Carter.
So you see, it's not always taught. Some women are shoe-magpies is all.
Ahh, see, it's not really something driven by the need to match various fashions and shades. It's really just a love of boots. I really like boots. I'm generally on the look out for a new pair, because I wear them to death. I like good boots. And biker boots. And baseball boots.
But all my boots have to go with multiple things and I generally only have one or two wearable pairs at a time.
The real reason for the constant search though...is I am in search of the perfect boot. I have a notion thinly sketched in my mind of the boots I want. And I am constantly on the lookout for something that matches that picture. Along the way i tend to see other nice boots and find it hard to resist them in the meantime, as i continue my everlasting quest :P
Every so often , like once every ten years or so, I find the perfect pair, and then by the time they die fashion has moved on and nobody is making boots like I want them :P
...I'd buy coffee, cigarettes, and pizza later.
I'll be right over!
Infi...have you tried Shoe Carnival online? I was able to find canvas Converses that were exactly what I was looking for and couldnt find anywhere around here...even in the Shoe Carvival store.
I dont know what exactly you are looking for, but here are several choices...
Blue Shoes (just keep scrolling for some blue ones)
Thanks Pico! I already see a pair that might work. I'll look more tomorrow.
:)
That's gathering, hunting's man's work. :)
Yabutt, I didnt go gathering for a good deal on a washer and dryer today...I went hunting for it - 3 different places - and I found it and got it too. :D
I see that only Pico and I gave helpful answers to this question.
I see that only Pico and I gave helpful answers to this question.
:D
Then there'll be three of us: you, me, and the BEAST (He likes pizza).
What does he like on his pizza? (please don't say mushrooms.)
If I had a hunny to spare,
I would send it to Toad,
for Cellar repair.
We're broken you know.
Like his Uncle: the BEAST is a pepperoni man (nuthin' but).
Tadpoles are an acceptable substitute.
Whew. I think we'll all get along just fine!
I can forgo the green olives if I have to.
Black olives are WAY superior.
It's weird that I hate black olives and LOVE green ones. I also hate red grapes and LOVE white grapes (but I like a nice dry red wine.)
Go figgerz!
I'm certain someone, somewhere, gives a shit, Dana.
That person, of course, is not 'me'.
Knob.
Can I have some Plum wine?
Can I have some Plum wine?
:p:
:winebottlesmilie:
If I had a hunny to spare,
I would send it to Toad,
for Cellar repair.
We're broken you know.
I like this. Put my Benjamin in with yours, bro.
I'm certain someone, somewhere, gives a shit, Dana.
That person, of course, is not 'me'.
Knob.
Wow. Well, that certainly put me in my place.
I care, baby.
I don't like olives on pizza, but I can happily eat them whole. As you know, having watched me snarf them up in the Butchershop Bar and Grill.
We'll make a deal. When the end of the world comes I'll have your (and Shawnee's) olives. And Wolf's mustard from her hotdogs. Cos we'll all be there together of course.
You can have my bananas and peanut butter. And cucumber.
Hmmmm. Not liking the phallic food am I?
That's the skinny lesbian inside me that I keep trying to drown in a vat of wine.
I'll take your bananas, your peanut butter, and your wine. ;)
If it has a a percentage proof you'll have to fight me for it chica.
We need a truck of booze with a teetotal driver to crash into the compound in a way that doesn't compromise it.
Oh and it's a Govt compound where they have been secretly experimenting on high yield, high strength hydroponic beds of weed. As they do.
I'll bake peanut butter cookies and steal your wine when you bliss out.
Oh heck, I know where all that stuff is! :unsure:
:bolt:
So now we know how the zombie apocalypse starts.
Infi gets bored with her job and starts it because she knows it will trigger a GTG.
Hey, it's as good a reason as any.
We really need a zombie smilie!
Wow. Well, that certainly put me in my place.
Awww, that was just for his little plum's benefit, ya know.
Little plum *snickers*
@ Sundae: I know you care, m'dear:)
I'd defo go for the bananas, but not the peanut butter :p
Actually...scratch the banana, having watched this recent celeb BB I'm never eating a banana again...
When I'm not preggers, one of my fav pizza's, which I don't have often cause I can't eat a whole one, is a cheese pizza with olives and anchovies. Too hard on the indigestion at the moment, but I think I'll treat myself to one soon after the birth. :)
Actually, 'that' was for the BEAST's benefit.
As a six year old, he has the naive notion that 'all are created equal' and 'all deserve to be heard' (He wouldn't phrase it that way...he just thinks every one is 'nice').
As Uncle: it's (part of) my job to disabuse him of such nonsense.
Case in point: the Brits are a decadent, perverse, people coming as they do from the carcass of an empire (failed nation…the Imperialists invaded by modern-day barbarians…losers in the extreme). Not a one is to be trusted, listened to, or taken seriously*.
Especially those who dwell in the Ivory Tower.
'nuff said… ;)
*'bout the only thing of value to come out of Britain is Doctor Who (but not the Eccleston, Tennant or the current 'lantern-jawed freak', incarnations...utter crap...'oh, I am the Sad Time Lord!', 'Oh, I am the Mad Time Lord!' pffftt! ).
Mebbe.
Fortunately, for me: 'you' don't get a vote... ;)
Awww, that was just for his little plum's benefit, ya know.
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What are those, Spoons of Snark? Jealousware? Catty Coffee Stirrers? ;)
What are those, Spoons of Snark? Jealousware? Catty Coffee Stirrers? ;)
Coke spoons, silly!
PS I caNNOT be the only druggie here willing to admit to it!
cowardly, flea-bitten varmints! :yosemite sam smilie here:
Hark! hark! The snark
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I'm so naive -my little fingernail always grows longer and faster than the rest and I had no idea it made me look like I had a coke habit.
No, no, no. Not a coke 'habit' - a coke 'hoor' ---like the way they pronounced it on the Sopranos.
I haven't ever watched the Sopranos. So I used to look like a had a coke whore? Dead in the basement? Infi's hobos must've told.....
well, I just wanted the semantics to be correct.
'Hoor' is proper, 'habit' makes it sound like - oh, I don't know, like a vanilla latte at 2pm everyday. Plus butter on your cuffs.
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I know that IM and Henry have been at odds with Dana and still are at it, it seems, but I really like her and felt bad for the snark aimed at her, so I spoke up because I thought it was senseless. I did the same for Sundae, because I felt she didnt deserve it either. I realize Im sticking my nose where it doesn't belong...so sue me. I think all of you are great people; funny and interesting.
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I know that IM and Henry have been at odds with Dana and still are at it, it seems, but I really like her and felt bad for the snark aimed at her, so I spoke up because I thought it was senseless. I did the same for Sundae, because I felt she didnt deserve it either. I realize Im sticking my nose where it doesn't belong...so sue me. I think all of you are great people; funny and interesting.
See, this is where it's fucked up, Pico. I'm minding my own business, and you come along and add me into a comment about something I had nothing to do with. What's between Dana and I and what's between Henry and Dana and what's between Henry and I are not related nor are they interchangeable. Last I looked, I was an entirely separate individual.
So if you have a problem with what henry says you take it up with henry. When you have a problem with what I say you take it up with me. In the 3 1/2 years I've known him I have never, and he has never, solicited nor regulated what the other person says, or who the other person is.
So what was the point of "his little plum" comment? Nothing but snark and shittiness. While you're so nobly feeling badly for people you might entertain the idea that I have feelings too.
And grow up. Or find a different hobby.
IM, You are a real hypocrit, you know...more than ready to dish out snarkiness and bitchiness to others, but when it gets directed at you, you start crying crocodile tears about your sensititve feelings.
No. I direct my ire at the person who said what I fucking disagreed with.
You won't admit you drug me in when you were mad about what henry said? Sure, stand and take your accolades, YOU are the hypocrite. Take a deep bow. You've done well by those who you seem to perceive as my enemies. I don't see them that way.
And I also think it was the easy, chickenshit thing to do, snark at me about something that 1) has nothing to do with ME and 2) has nothing to do with any good or bad relationship here I may or may not have.
When I dish it out at the person who said what I fucking disagreed with, I'm fully prepared for any shit I may get back. I'm not ready for your little ticker tape parade of snark for no reason at all.
I'll own up. I was snarky.
And believe me, honey, I'm not crying. I don't really have that much time on my hands nor do I have little else to dwell on.
Especially those who dwell in the Ivory Tower.
'nuff said… ;)
Do you think I live in an Ivory tower, Henry?
Big of you to admit that: well done.
Only inasmuch as I would like to understand the point you were making.
Why must there be a point?
...or...
(And this applies to Big Verbose as well) Why do you believe I owe you an explanation?
Well...I don't believe that. I just asked the question. Whether or not you answer it is entirely up to you.
*shrugs*
Isn't that nice? We agree.
And Hell is a few degrees cooler.
And Hell is a few degrees cooler.
Certainly is. There was quite a nip in the air this morning.
Don't talk about Japanese people that way.
Certainly is. There was quite a nip in the air this morning.
I'll say there was! My high beams were on.