on why not to keep old photos

[Savage]

Dear God, was I ever that smug and by the way, why did my Mother not smother me before the hairdresser poured the perming chemicals on my hair?
For many a year, a photograph of a young couple has graced various dwellings. Tonight, I came upon it, and gasped in shock and a bit of disgust. Who, I mean really, who was that horrid fat-chinned, ruddy cheeked snotfaced girl, with the curls only a mad scientist could have inflicted, and why was she posed with a dashing young man with the ClarkGable-esque mustache?

I mean, really. Perhaps one day my descendants that I shall be too dead to ever meet, will one day look upon the wedding photo of the Grumpy and me and be really touched a bit about the heart, but somehow, I doubt that. Dear God, bear in mind that I had yet to understand bourbon, except as something that my Grandaddy enjoyed, so there is no excuse for that hairdo, and the dress was because there was no money. The snottish look was because, well, Me, you know.

And so it is eight hours before champagne brunch at the golf club, and still, I drink. Damn. I hope they have that corned beef hash, and strawberries.

[HaveGinWillBabble]

You're a strange person (seemingly) and I don't really know how to, at the moment, make a better reply... but I will, because I'm bored as fuck (save for reading that stuff you just said and trying to figure it out more than I can).

Ugh I had a whole flood of thoughts that I fergot. So I guess I'll just end this on a really deep thought: corned beef hash is the shiznit.

Anyway, don't be a fool, and cheer up!






Cheers!

[Savage]

Strange? Strange, you say? I've been called worse. And my brother Gary says Fuck You.

[G_W]

People are strange, when you're a stranger.

[HaveGinWillBabble]

Strange? Strange, you say? I've been called worse. And my brother Gary says Fuck You.

Tell him I said I love you too.



"Strange" was a fucking compliment, by the way. If i has insults aimed at you, I would throw them the fuck fearlessly in your direction. Geez!





Cheers! You know what means, right? or are you just gonna be a dick at me the whole time I know you?




ugh... lemme try this again. Cheers!



And yes, I've been working out.

[HaveGinWillBabble]

People are strange, when you're a stranger.

This guy gets it.









Cheers!

[Palinka (RIP)]

...are you just gonna be a dick at me the whole time I know you?...

Be impolite to Dear Lady S. at your peril.

You just cannot swagger around the place insulting people (and especially not Dear Lady S.). Especially not when have been a member for less than a year. I really don't think that you get this Board. We talk with each other outside the Board. We meet up. We exchange gifts (mainly of booze) and generally look out for each other. At the moment, you are like the weird cousin's friend who has done time for molesting animals, who turns up, uninvited, at a family gathering.

[HaveGinWillBabble]

I shall quit being a dick.










Cheers!

[Rev. Dead Corpse]

Dear God, was I ever that smug and by the way, why did my Mother not smother me before the hairdresser poured the perming chemicals on my hair?
For many a year, a photograph of a young couple has graced various dwellings. Tonight, I came upon it, and gasped in shock and a bit of disgust. Who, I mean really, who was that horrid fat-chinned, ruddy cheeked snotfaced girl, with the curls only a mad scientist could have inflicted, and why was she posed with a dashing young man with the ClarkGable-esque mustache?

I mean, really. Perhaps one day my descendants that I shall be too dead to ever meet, will one day look upon the wedding photo of the Grumpy and me and be really touched a bit about the heart, but somehow, I doubt that. Dear God, bear in mind that I had yet to understand bourbon, except as something that my Grandaddy enjoyed, so there is no excuse for that hairdo, and the dress was because there was no money. The snottish look was because, well, Me, you know.

And so it is eight hours before champagne brunch at the golf club, and still, I drink. Damn. I hope they have that corned beef hash, and strawberries.

I can commisserate, to an extent. During my younger, enlisted military days, I aimed to be a bit of a lothario. Wasn't quite handsome enough to pull it off... But dammit I tried. There recently was unearthed a photo of me from that period that I had not seen before.

What in the hell was I thinking?


Your mention of corned beef made me salivate for a Reuben...

[AntonArkydivich]

Your mention of corned beef made me salivate for a Reuben...

This, friends, is the ultimate drunkard's sandwich. Many a vicious night has been tamed by the Reuben, and many a blood red dawn has been pacified by that little wonder.

I'm pretty sure I owe my life to the Reuben the last time I was in Vegas.

Also, the rise of Facebook has made me yearn for Polaroid days. I was a real terrible looking youth.

[Rev. Dead Corpse]

I was a real terrible looking youth.

Your summation of the near miraculous qualities of a good Reuben is a credit to the culinary sciences.

And yes, I really was kind of a funky lookin' creature...

[mistah willies]

I was a real terrible looking youth.

Your summation of the near miraculous qualities of a good Reuben is a credit to the culinary sciences.

And yes, I really was kind of a funky lookin' creature...

Me too. I looked like a Rueben sammich. But oh, the salt. Yes. Guess I'm a salty bastard. Now I'm hungry for one of those frigging sammiches, and the deli is closed.

bastards

[Savage]

Who the heck was Reuben, and how did he come up with that sandwich? (I was about to say yummy sandwich, but really, I find sauerkraut disgusting. I suppose i must surrender my German card.) Hey, but Grumpy, the king of Scotland, loves them Reubens. But of course, he also loves Spam (shudder).

[hossthomas]

Who the heck was Reuben, and how did he come up with that sandwich? (I was about to say yummy sandwich, but really, I find sauerkraut disgusting. I suppose i must surrender my German card.) Hey, but Grumpy, the king of Scotland, loves them Reubens. But of course, he also loves Spam (shudder).

Thanks, dear lady, now it is a life goal of mine to make a Reuben that incorporates Spam.

There is absolutely zero sarcasm in that statement.

[Patchez]

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