Quote:Don't tell TMD. I ain't sharin'.
Oh, and bring back a perfumed garment of Bunny's. It'll make this dog house more bearable.
I said it before, I'll say it again.....she's bluffin!!
Quote:Well those were Georgia boys. I hunt wabbit. 
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Quote:That's it fellahs; keep up the distracting conversation. She'll won't even notice that I never apologized.
She noticed...she was just letting you think you got away with something...and make you pay for it later!! :whistling:
Quote:Don't tell TMD. I ain't sharin'.
Oh, and bring back a perfumed garment of Bunny's. It'll make this dog house more bearable.
Like after this he has a chance of getting me out of my garments any time soon!! :whistling:
Quote:Like after this he has a chance of getting me out of my garments any time soon!! :whistling:
But around the garments is still in play?
Quote:But around the garments is still in play?
A bunny never tells!! :no:
Quote:She noticed...she was just letting you think you got away with something...and make you pay for it later!! :whistling:
I guess I'll just have to cook breakfast in the morning.
Quote:I guess I'll just have to cook breakfast in the morning.
It's looking like Eggos and instant oatmeal, my man. Thanks for the bourbon, though.
Quote:I guess I'll just have to cook breakfast in the morning.
You do any ways...how would that be punishment?
Quote:Without the apron.
Don't let the bacon grease splatter on you pally Wally.
Quote:Don't let the bacon grease splatter on you pally Wally.
I ain't sweatin' it. Chicks dig scars.
Quote:LOL, for some reason that reminded me of the scene in the Naked Gun where Frank Drebin opened the fridge smelled the leftover Chinese food and passed out, lol....
I literally passed out.
I wasnt going to put my food in there until I sanitized the whole fridge with bleach after I threw everything out.
Quote:You do any ways...how would that be punishment?
And here I try so hard to help make Deacon the unapologetic bad guy and you the virtuous damsel. What do I get? The rug pulled out from underneath me. Dames...
(sigh) TMD is right, nice guys finish last. (takes long tug from bourbon bottle)
Quote:clinical definition of
No, it's not the clinical definition of insanity, either.
People that don't know how to merge into traffic from an on ramp.
Quote:People that don't know how to merge into traffic from an on ramp.
Are you referring to the people that are afraid of getting on no matter how much you let off to let them in? Or the guy that guns it to get past you when no one else is behind you?
On a related note,
People that waive you on when you already have right of way.
Sitting shotgun while teaching my step son to drive. (Scary, maybe not so much a pet peeve, but it's close if it keeps up)
Quote:Are you referring to the people that are afraid of getting on no matter how much you let off to let them in? Or the guy that guns it to get past you when no one else is behind you?
The former is way worse to me. Drive the car!
Quote:The former is way worse to me. Drive the car!
Agreed! I think some of those guys are waiting for you to mail them a formal invitation to enter. When I encounter those guys, I give them a chance to get in. If they don't take it, it's all on them, I'm on my merry little way before I get rear-ended.