To step up and spill my own beans, I refinish discarded furniture and sell it at a decent profit, and I also do freelance writing (marketing and sales writing, mostly, and it pays decent but it leaves me feeling slimy, which is why furniture refinishing comes in handy) and my ultimate goal is to bec...

Take to heart everything already said here. Disgrace is a relatively rare state for the dries to understand, so relish it. True disgrace is a thing of beauty. I've had my share, and after shaking off the short-term effects, disgrace let's you see things in a clear and bright lens of clarity.

More importantly, they're the rare breed of teen stars who didn't become strung out on the dope or run afoul of the law. No, instead Hanson continued to make catchy tunes, made their own brew, and they all got married and had a bushel of kids each...making good tunes, knocking back your own home bre...

Savage wrote:Yeah, the Bloody always seems like soup gone wrong. Cold is for citrus and wine, not tomato and veggies.

I gotta agree. I never had a taste for gazpacho, for instance. But give me a couple of ice cold pale ales for breakfast, and I'm ready for just about anything.

I think he should find a couple of loose Russian broads (not saying all Russian broads are loose), take a fistful of Viagra, and literally bang away until his heart burst. I saw this in the news once.

To quote one of my favorite TV shows: "Who am I going to vote for...the Democrat who's blasting me in the ass, or the Republican who's going to blast me in the ass."
"Politics is one big ass-blasting."

Here's what I have to say: I like building stuff out of wood outdoors this time of year when the air gets that first touch of crispness.

http://hollandwoodshop.blogspot.com/

Bought myself a shiny stainless steel pocket watch with a chain for $15 and went out to the bar and pulled it out occasionally to check the time. Turns out chicks think it's romantic as all get out!

Guys, do yourselves a favor and pick one up...cuz when you pull out the fob, the panties drop!

3. Hospital hallway
2. My front lawn
1. The hood of my car (I had walked out to the bar, so I wasn't driving, but when I stumbled home the hood looked like a fine place to curl up and get some rest instead of dealing with keys and door locks)

I've got a fucked-up leg that requires me to carry a cane. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I went on ebay and bought myself a flask cane. I look dapper as all get out - strolling about like a gentleman with my walking stick - and I always have a day's supply of whiskey on hand.

I say go for it. In my youth, I've been known to drink a cup of porch moonshine (estimated at around 170 proof) and after the fireworks faded from the world around me, I was steady enough to sit and have a cool, soothing beer. Oh, it was a one hell of a few minutes but I like to think I'm a stronger...

That dude with the thinning hair that keeps it slicked back just seems like a douchebag. Here's how it would go down in my bar: Me: This is where we do food prep. Thin hair dude: Are you kidding me? Are you ******* kidding me? This place is a disaster. Look at this **** behind the grill. Me: Whoa, w...

and I have a kidney infection. The doctor actually punched me in the kidneys too. That doesn't seem right. If it makes you feel better, I too went to the doctor today. Turns out I have necrosis of the hip joint. That's right...there's a DEAD BONE inside me that hurts like daggers whenever I move. L...

19Q4. It was written by a Jap author, so some syntax veritably assault the civilized Western intellect. But I'll say this: it's over 1000 pages and goddamn if I'm not very close to finishing it. Compelling, mysterious stuff!

Brooks Brother. You'll look like a stock broker, which helps when a lousy barkeep tries to 86 you. Start yelling, "I'm a gentleman of learning and influence. I could have your ass over a fire by 0600 hours!"

Hey, it's worked for me.