“Happiness? A good cigar, a good meal, a good cigar and a good woman – or a bad woman; it depends on how much happiness you can handle.” – George Burns
Got a call cause someone complained cause I didn't answer my phone. Told my manager that the only missed calls I had were on Sunday and since it's my day off, my phone sits on my night stand. The person also complained that I didn't answer my personal phone. Told them that of they want to pay for my personal phone, I'd treat it like my work phone, but I still probably won't answer it on my day off.
It amazes me how some people think you are supposed to be at their whim.
In Fumo Pax Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
I hate phones. Will not have a cell phone. The company I use to work for insisted I have one. Went out and got a brochure for the one with the most bells and whistles, and the most expensive at the time. Laid it on my "supervisor's desk, you can buy me this one. Never heard another word. When I am off it is my time and the "company" never crossed my mind.
Dropping a Bugatti CEO lighter from less than 3' and having it break. I really liked this lighter until it broke. @Bob_Luken persuaded me to fish it out of the trash and try and fix it, he was able to resurrect his which failed in the same way, so there's hope.
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“Happiness? A good cigar, a good meal, a good cigar and a good woman – or a bad woman; it depends on how much happiness you can handle.” – George Burns
a friend of mine told the male orderly who showed up to install a catheter that he, um, had a rather persistent erection. The orderly just shrugged and said 'not a problem, in fact it makes my job easier'.
maxine waters and other really stupid people. TV shows that use to be escapist and went political. Sport shows that are no longer about sports. Products getting smaller and more expensive at the grocery stores. People who can't talk without cussing. Uneducated experts. Spell checkers that need spell checkers. Ticks. The cost of bacon and beef. Getting a haircut. Cell phones. People who don't show up or are always late. People who post just to start arguments. Ghost writers. Prickly plants. Store bought tomatoes. Running out of Kimchi. House painting. xxxxxxxs. Eye glasses. Sheeple. Items sold out before the sale starts. Okra.
I love okra but it hates me. Guess this should technically go under "things okra hates"
“Happiness? A good cigar, a good meal, a good cigar and a good woman – or a bad woman; it depends on how much happiness you can handle.” – George Burns
I love okra. Fried? Yum! I even love plain steamed okra. But that slime? Wow! Wonder if I can bottle it up and sell it to hippies as "all natural sex lube"? And I already know what I'd name it. "Gumbo-glide" Should I try the Kickstarter route on this one?
I remember when we first moved here and we went to Latham's to grab a steak and celebrate. I asked my wife to grab some corn fritters while I was picking out the steak. When we got home I ate a fritter, it was okra. It was a solidly disgusting experience and my wife slept in a tent for a week. My grandmother cooked it whenever we visited. 4 of us watched everyone else eat it and I know the other 3 were having the same visions I had. The okra eaters faces were all turning to slime and slipping off their skulls. Oh the horror.......
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And don't you dare put a dirty, crudded-up dish in the dish washer!
Well if it was loaded right the first time then I wouldn't have to go in and fix it. LOL. Yeah makes my wife crazy too.
I hate that I've been gone for a few months, and the greatest thread ever goes weeks without someone being pissed off about something lol.
At any given time the urge to sing "In The Jungle" is just a whim away... A whim away... A whim away...
Got a call cause someone complained cause I didn't answer my phone. Told my manager that the only missed calls I had were on Sunday and since it's my day off, my phone sits on my night stand.
The person also complained that I didn't answer my personal phone.
Told them that of they want to pay for my personal phone, I'd treat it like my work phone, but I still probably won't answer it on my day off.
It amazes me how some people think you are supposed to be at their whim.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
I hate phones. Will not have a cell phone.
The company I use to work for insisted I have one.
Went out and got a brochure for the one with the most bells and whistles, and the most expensive at the time.
Laid it on my "supervisor's desk, you can buy me this one.
Never heard another word.
When I am off it is my time and the "company" never crossed my mind.
The older I get the more I hate fixing things or working on the cars.
Which means he loves Gran Habano's Cigars
"I ain't got no Opus's"
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Not something I would wish on anyone. Remember to do what the docs say and follow everything to the letter.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
maxine waters and other really stupid people. TV shows that use to be escapist and went political. Sport shows that are no longer about sports. Products getting smaller and more expensive at the grocery stores. People who can't talk without cussing. Uneducated experts. Spell checkers that need spell checkers. Ticks. The cost of bacon and beef. Getting a haircut. Cell phones. People who don't show up or are always late. People who post just to start arguments. Ghost writers. Prickly plants. Store bought tomatoes. Running out of Kimchi. House painting. xxxxxxxs. Eye glasses. Sheeple. Items sold out before the sale starts. Okra.
At any given time the urge to sing "In The Jungle" is just a whim away... A whim away... A whim away...
I love okra. Fried? Yum! I even love plain steamed okra. But that slime? Wow! Wonder if I can bottle it up and sell it to hippies as "all natural sex lube"? And I already know what I'd name it. "Gumbo-glide" Should I try the Kickstarter route on this one?
My grandmother cooked it whenever we visited. 4 of us watched everyone else eat it and I know the other 3 were having the same visions I had. The okra eaters faces were all turning to slime and slipping off their skulls. Oh the horror.......
At any given time the urge to sing "In The Jungle" is just a whim away... A whim away... A whim away...