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Ol' Harvey could grow into a real Wallbanger.
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free from anxiety or responsibility.
Dauntless said:I really hate the idea of living in a wet, cramped vehicle in a storm.
Done that before. Five surfers in a VW camper with the pop top up in a storm at Jalama, waiting to walk the tracks into The Ranch. Van about to blow away with us in it, one guy has to pee. So he pees into a baggie which proceeds to leak from holes all over like a sieve. Driver decides it is time to go, so we lower the top and he starts driving away and thump! Bump, rock. Stops and we go out into the driving rain and discover that he ran over the surfboards which we forgotDauntless said:Harvey- The life it threatens could be yours.
http://www.cnn.com/2017/08/24/us/tropical-storm-harvey/index.html
I really hate the idea of living in a wet, cramped vehicle in a storm.
Verb. ~ Typically female or in groups, females, with an ability to 'cast' out an invisible net, often referred to as 'the spell' onto person or persons, mostly male, that gives them means to use the male to the spellcasters advantage.
Female spellcaster - "I can't wait to hit the clubs later on!"
Male - "Neither, we'll get so pissed and go raving. It'll be wicked!"
Female spellcaster - "Yeah, i wanna be pissed aye, dunno though" *she holds up an empty bottle and give the male a sexually fuelled glare*
Female, spellcasting - "Oh well, i guess i'll just be sober"
Male, now under spell - "Oh..Nah, you can have the rest of my drink"
Female, spellcasting - "Noo I can't take ur drink, it'll be fine don’t worry"
Male - "No its fine really, take it!" (seems sincere about it)
Female spellcaster - "But what about you? What are you going to drink?" *moves closer to male under spell and smiles*
Male, heavily under - "It's sweet babe, i'll buy us some drinks when we get to the bars"
Female spellcaster satisfied, spellcasting complete.
" The One " means the person who make your heart skip a beat, takes your breathe away, makes you want to sing. You know they are the one when you smile and don't realize it until you think of them, or when you wake up and want them to be there when you open your eyes. The one person who loves you for who you really are, and the one you want to spend your life with.
Dauntless said:Ziggy cartoon I've had hanging inside a cabinet door for like one long time:
Line of people at the unemployment. You know who is wearing a tshirt that says "For this I went to college."
What did I go to college for?
I was PLANNING to go for math and physics, much the same plan that my Dad had about being a military pilot, but for him the masters in Physics was just too exciting for them to waste him on flying, so they duped him into believing he was colorblind, which he believed for decades. For me the dream was interrupted when I was in the 8th grade and Mom learned of a hellhole run by those legendary scam artists, the Catholic Church. Since I didn't get a college prop education, or a high school education at all, things were going to be different than they should have been.
But rather than MOVING OUT to get away from that Mother, my father told me the beinning of my senior year he was terminally ill. Since I'd be the one in the family that wouldn't just walk away and forget it, he knew who'd be the one to take care of him. And I wound up with an AA degree in Broadcasting in two years. With him gone I was free to run off to USC after I was accepted, but Ma wanted to run off too, back where she came from. So guess who had to become the homeowner for the older brothers and sisters to impose on. There went the college money I'd saved. (Houses back then sure seem cheap now.) Looks like I'd settle for a McBachelors degree, Cal State after Community College. English and Theatre Arts but not a film degree. Okay, no USC, but I was still holding out hope for the American Film Institute. Both schools have one thing in common: They accepted me but I couldn't afford to go. I really couldn't afford a house payment, but there I was.
And the rent on an apartment seemed to surpass a house payment on a mortgage just a few years old real fast. Worked out in the long run, eh? In fact the brothers and sisters figured they could track Mom down to another state and live better with her, what with some having the cops looking for them anyway. (I grew up with neighborhood moms asking why I was so nice coming from that snakepit. Not all the others were so bad, but we're a big family.)
But what am I STILL going to school for? Man, all the Psychology, Behavior Science, Administration of Justice, Education, Mathematics, Economics. . . . (These are just AA's, by the way.) Oh, of course grad school in film/tv at UCLA, once I was working for real. For the most part it was something to do while I wasn't working fulltime. Which means pretty much always. I'm still going to school because I'm still not working fulltime. (What should my next AA be? I've given up on Engineering Physics because I can't pass Calculus and Analytic Geometry, even if I do have an AA in Math.) I can't say it's done anything for me besides making me one hell of a moral authority. But you knew that, eh?
But I wound up much like the woman in the cartoon. I started working in Film/TV just after Dad died, but I also had to work parttime at 7/11, hit the temp offices, throw newspapers from my car, etc. I considered the move into marketing communications type freelance work related to my career, so by the time I was 24 I was a "Success," if not a big one. Paid off the student loans shorty after. (Oh, you wondered how I got the house and paid for the ridiculously cheap Cal State, eh?) If I'd been without a house I'd be without one still. How many of the people I've met in Film/TV were some of the time living in their car, "Couch Surfing," the 'Parents Basement,' etc.
So If I hadn't bothered with any more college once I had that AA in Broadcasting would I have done as well? Lordy, I sure hope so, I haven't reached the heights. I've worked plenty with people doing the same thing with just an AA. It turns into being "Stuck in this loser job." But I'd have missed college. Just think, if I hadn't spent so much time on it, my posts would be as dull as everyone else's. I'm the internet equivalent of a Boulevardier.
"She had no interest in going out or entertaining friends. She was interested only in her boyfriend, had tremendous sexual desires, and looked forward to getting married, cutting down on her work or giving it up completely. She clung to her boyfriend physically and emotionally, looked up to him in a little-girl manner and conducted herself in a submissive sycophantic way in his presence." She lost all sense of pride or satisfaction in her work or any area of her life apart from the romantic involvement. The independent woman declared, in effect, that in a relationship she could only behave as someone whose behavior needed a "strong man's" influence. Not only did she give up her independence, but she contrived a situation that was dramatic, tense and laced with stress. Perhaps she felt that only in this way could she be part of a "passion play."
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This post is a short story compared to yours. Or should I say a sentence?swbluto said:Dauntless said:Ziggy cartoon I've had hanging inside a cabinet door for like one long time:
Line of people at the unemployment. You know who is wearing a tshirt that says "For this I went to college."
What did I go to college for?
I was PLANNING to go for math and physics, much the same plan that my Dad had about being a military pilot, but for him the masters in Physics was just too exciting for them to waste him on flying, so they duped him into believing he was colorblind, which he believed for decades. For me the dream was interrupted when I was in the 8th grade and Mom learned of a hellhole run by those legendary scam artists, the Catholic Church. Since I didn't get a college prop education, or a high school education at all, things were going to be different than they should have been.
But rather than MOVING OUT to get away from that Mother, my father told me the beginning of my senior year he was terminally ill. Since I'd be the one in the family that wouldn't just walk away and forget it, he knew who'd be the one to take care of him. And I wound up with an AA degree in Broadcasting in two years. With him gone I was free to run off to USC after I was accepted, but Ma wanted to run off too, back where she came from. So guess who had to become the homeowner for the older brothers and sisters to impose on. There went the college money I'd saved. (Houses back then sure seem cheap now.) Looks like I'd settle for a McBachelors degree, Cal State after Community College. English and Theatre Arts but not a film degree. Okay, no USC, but I was still holding out hope for the American Film Institute. Both schools have one thing in common: They accepted me but I couldn't afford to go. I really couldn't afford a house payment, but there I was.
And the rent on an apartment seemed to surpass a house payment on a mortgage just a few years old real fast. Worked out in the long run, eh? In fact the brothers and sisters figured they could track Mom down to another state and live better with her, what with some having the cops looking for them anyway. (I grew up with neighborhood moms asking why I was so nice coming from that snakepit. Not all the others were so bad, but we're a big family.)
But what am I STILL going to school for? Man, all the Psychology, Behavior Science, Administration of Justice, Education, Mathematics, Economics. . . . (These are just AA's, by the way.) Oh, of course grad school in film/tv at UCLA, once I was working for real. For the most part it was something to do while I wasn't working fulltime. Which means pretty much always. I'm still going to school because I'm still not working fulltime. (What should my next AA be? I've given up on Engineering Physics because I can't pass Calculus and Analytic Geometry, even if I do have an AA in Math.) I can't say it's done anything for me besides making me one hell of a moral authority. But you knew that, eh?
But I wound up much like the woman in the cartoon. I started working in Film/TV just after Dad died, but I also had to work parttime at 7/11, hit the temp offices, throw newspapers from my car, etc. I considered the move into marketing communications type freelance work related to my career, so by the time I was 24 I was a "Success," if not a big one. Paid off the student loans shorty after. (Oh, you wondered how I got the house and paid for the ridiculously cheap Cal State, eh?) If I'd been without a house I'd be without one still. How many of the people I've met in Film/TV were some of the time living in their car, "Couch Surfing," the 'Parents Basement,' etc.
So If I hadn't bothered with any more college once I had that AA in Broadcasting would I have done as well? Lordy, I sure hope so, I haven't reached the heights. I've worked plenty with people doing the same thing with just an AA. It turns into being "Stuck in this loser job." But I'd have missed college. Just think, if I hadn't spent so much time on it, my posts would be as dull as everyone else's. I'm the internet equivalent of a Boulevardier.
Just letting you know, I read this entire post.
DAND214 said:This post is a short story compared to yours. Or should I say a sentence?swbluto said:Dauntless said:Ziggy cartoon I've had hanging inside a cabinet door for like one long time:
Line of people at the unemployment. You know who is wearing a tshirt that says "For this I went to college."
What did I go to college for?
I was PLANNING to go for math and physics, much the same plan that my Dad had about being a military pilot, but for him the masters in Physics was just too exciting for them to waste him on flying, so they duped him into believing he was colorblind, which he believed for decades. For me the dream was interrupted when I was in the 8th grade and Mom learned of a hellhole run by those legendary scam artists, the Catholic Church. Since I didn't get a college prop education, or a high school education at all, things were going to be different than they should have been.
But rather than MOVING OUT to get away from that Mother, my father told me the beginning of my senior year he was terminally ill. Since I'd be the one in the family that wouldn't just walk away and forget it, he knew who'd be the one to take care of him. And I wound up with an AA degree in Broadcasting in two years. With him gone I was free to run off to USC after I was accepted, but Ma wanted to run off too, back where she came from. So guess who had to become the homeowner for the older brothers and sisters to impose on. There went the college money I'd saved. (Houses back then sure seem cheap now.) Looks like I'd settle for a McBachelors degree, Cal State after Community College. English and Theatre Arts but not a film degree. Okay, no USC, but I was still holding out hope for the American Film Institute. Both schools have one thing in common: They accepted me but I couldn't afford to go. I really couldn't afford a house payment, but there I was.
And the rent on an apartment seemed to surpass a house payment on a mortgage just a few years old real fast. Worked out in the long run, eh? In fact the brothers and sisters figured they could track Mom down to another state and live better with her, what with some having the cops looking for them anyway. (I grew up with neighborhood moms asking why I was so nice coming from that snakepit. Not all the others were so bad, but we're a big family.)
But what am I STILL going to school for? Man, all the Psychology, Behavior Science, Administration of Justice, Education, Mathematics, Economics. . . . (These are just AA's, by the way.) Oh, of course grad school in film/tv at UCLA, once I was working for real. For the most part it was something to do while I wasn't working fulltime. Which means pretty much always. I'm still going to school because I'm still not working fulltime. (What should my next AA be? I've given up on Engineering Physics because I can't pass Calculus and Analytic Geometry, even if I do have an AA in Math.) I can't say it's done anything for me besides making me one hell of a moral authority. But you knew that, eh?
But I wound up much like the woman in the cartoon. I started working in Film/TV just after Dad died, but I also had to work parttime at 7/11, hit the temp offices, throw newspapers from my car, etc. I considered the move into marketing communications type freelance work related to my career, so by the time I was 24 I was a "Success," if not a big one. Paid off the student loans shorty after. (Oh, you wondered how I got the house and paid for the ridiculously cheap Cal State, eh?) If I'd been without a house I'd be without one still. How many of the people I've met in Film/TV were some of the time living in their car, "Couch Surfing," the 'Parents Basement,' etc.
So If I hadn't bothered with any more college once I had that AA in Broadcasting would I have done as well? Lordy, I sure hope so, I haven't reached the heights. I've worked plenty with people doing the same thing with just an AA. It turns into being "Stuck in this loser job." But I'd have missed college. Just think, if I hadn't spent so much time on it, my posts would be as dull as everyone else's. I'm the internet equivalent of a Boulevardier.
Just letting you know, I read this entire post.
Dan
fechter said:So what happened with the hurricane? Any rain there?
a sudden violent gust of wind or a localized storm, especially one bringing rain, snow, or sleet.
Self-inflicted trauma, such as habits like digging a fingernail or pencil into the gum. This type of recession more commonly associated with children and persons with psychiatric disorders.
parasite, sycophant, toady, leech, sponge mean a usually obsequious flatterer or self-seeker. parasite applies to one who clings to a person of wealth, power, or influence or is useless to society. ⟨a jet-setter with an entourage of parasites⟩ sycophant adds to this a strong suggestion of fawning, flattery, or adulation. ⟨a powerful prince surrounded by sycophants⟩ toady emphasizes the servility and snobbery of the self-seeker. ⟨cultivated leaders of society and became their toady⟩ leech stresses persistence in clinging to or bleeding another for one's own advantage. ⟨a leech living off his family and friends⟩ sponge stresses the parasitic laziness, dependence, and opportunism of the cadger. ⟨a shiftless sponge, always looking for a handout⟩
I want a wife who will take care of my physical needs. I want a wife
who will keep my house clean. A wife who will pick up after my children,
a wife who will pick up after me. I want a wife who will keep my clothes
clean, ironed, mended, replaced when need be, and who will see to it that
my personal things are kept in their proper place so that I can find what
I need the minute I need it. I want a wife who cooks the meals, a wife
who is a good cook. I want a wife who will plan the menus, do the
necessary grocery shopping, prepare the meals, serve them pleasantly, and
then do the cleaning up while I do my studying. I want a wife who will
care for me when I am sick and sympathize with my pain and loss of time
from school. I want a wife to go along when our family takes a vacation
so that someone can continue to care for me and my children when I need a
rest and change of scene.
Some people make life miserable for others. They blame you for their own problems, have no empathy, and always seem to be conjuring up trouble. A subset of them are called "high conflict people," and they often have some kind of personality disorder--usually borderline or narcissistic personality disorder.
The majority of a man's day is used thinking about sex.
10. Sex
This is the ultimate one. Any woman who knows her way around this interesting topic will always know how to rein any man in.
This is simply because even if the man does not like you, he won’t be in such a haste to throw away the baby with the water. He will always want that girl who knows how to give it to him and that means…he will always come back.
Which means the lady can always get a second chance to manipulate and subtly table her request repeatedly until it is done!
The more fish you eat, the better you feel. That’s the finding of a new study analyzing what science knows about fish and depression. People who ate the most fish had a significantly lower risk of depression than those who ate the least.
On Aug 27, 2017 the results of the CANTOS trial were announced at the European Society of Cardiology and published Lancet and the New England Journal of Medicine.[12] CANTOS saw a 15% reduction in deaths from heart attacks, stroke and cardiovascular disease combined. CANTOS also observed serious side-effects, and no statistically significant overall survival benefit. Nonetheless, David Goff, director of the division of cardiovascular sciences at the National Heart, Lung and Blood Institute feels "public health impact potential is really substantial,” and estimates 3 million Americans might benefit from canakinumab
Participants received an MRI at the start and end of the study to measure their liver fat. Over the nine-day diet, prepared meals were provided with no added sugar, so that the percentage of sugar in their food was reduced from 28 percent to 10 percent of calories. In addition to the average reduction in liver fat of more than 20 percent, the participants' insulin sensitivity and other metabolic measures also improved greatly, the researchers reported.
In the trial, blood glucose levels were significantly lower for the three bean and rice groups compared to the rice-only group after 90, 120, and 150 minutes. Because beans and rice are a popular food combination in the Caribbean, Latin America, the Middle East, and the Mediterranean, researchers believe this new finding can help people living with type 2 diabetes in those cultures adhere to a diet that will help them better manage their diabetes or decrease their disease risk
This saying originated in the 15th century when men started using it to describe that they souldn't masterbate or "beat" when a "bush" or vagina is around. Instead, they should just "get to the point" and have sexual intercousre.
The origin of the idiom 'beating around the bush' is associated with hunting. In medieval times, hunters hired men to beat the area around bushes with sticks in order to flush out game taking cover underneath. They avoided hitting the bushes directly because this could sometimes prove dangerous; whacking a bees nest, for example, would put a swift and unwelcome end to the hunt.