GasBandit

Staff member
Kraft makes the best mac & cheese. Other brands taste like crap.
When I was in middle school and my folks worked late, they got a babysitter (who was a student at UTEP) for my little brother (because he got home from elementary much earlier than me)... and charged her with cooking dinner because they wouldn't be home until 6 or 7.

All she knew how to cook was Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.

Kraft Mac and Cheese. For 4 nights a week. For 3 years.

I can't even look at the stuff now.
 
So cutie with a booty from work and I have always had a bit of a flirtatious tone in interactions. However I just found out that she just turned 21. I am 30.

Fuggin' dirty thirty homie. (P.s. I'm kinda drunk writing this)

I'm insane for having a facebook.com messinger convo with her, right? Like...pull up while there's still a plane to salvage right?

But she seems, and I don't wanna read too much into this, in to me a bit?

Or am I just being a complete
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So cutie with a booty from work and I have always had a bit of a flirtatious tone in interactions. However I just found out that she just turned 21. I am 30.

Fuggin' dirty thirty homie. (P.s. I'm kinda drunk writing this)

I'm insane for having a facebook.com messinger convo with her, right? Like...pull up while there's still a plane to salvage right?

But she seems, and I don't wanna read too much into this, in to me a bit?

Or am I just being a complete
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30 and 21 seem well within acceptable boundaries. If it's a relationship of equals and you guys hit it off, I say go for it.

Oh, but I hope Drunk Phil doesn't say anything Sober Phil is going to regret tomorrow. :p
 
So cutie with a booty from work and I have always had a bit of a flirtatious tone in interactions. However I just found out that she just turned 21. I am 30.

Fuggin' dirty thirty homie. (P.s. I'm kinda drunk writing this)

I'm insane for having a facebook.com messinger convo with her, right? Like...pull up while there's still a plane to salvage right?

But she seems, and I don't wanna read too much into this, in to me a bit?

Or am I just being a complete
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Well, it depends on your definition of "always". Have you been flirting with her since she was there for a student job at 15?
 

GasBandit

Staff member
So when I was in middle school, I almost always had a roll of quarters on me, because I frequented arcades constantly.

Yes, I kept it in my pocket.

But I didn't want to share. I wasn't gonna beat Shang Tsung if I had to loan any of my deadbeat friends any quarters.

But they were always asking me this question, "is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

I thought they were asking for money.

So I just always said I was just happy to see them.

Years later, when the realization hit:

 
So cutie with a booty from work and I have always had a bit of a flirtatious tone in interactions. However I just found out that she just turned 21. I am 30.

Fuggin' dirty thirty homie. (P.s. I'm kinda drunk writing this)

I'm insane for having a facebook.com messinger convo with her, right? Like...pull up while there's still a plane to salvage right?

But she seems, and I don't wanna read too much into this, in to me a bit?

Or am I just being a complete
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Dude, that's fine and healthy.

Try me earlier this year, with a 17 year old coworker, less than half my age by half a decade. That's wrong, not what you got going. (Nothing happened! here's hoping it does for sober Phil)
 
A moment from work yesterday: I was showing Khulganaa how the AV storage area is organized in case she ever has to retrieve anything from it, since it uses a different system than the rest of the AV media. When putting something back, I drop it, it lands between us. She just drops into this squat - knees splayed, back straight - so fluidly it was almost surprising. She picks up the VHS case (there's a reason this stuff is in storage) and hands it up to me. I say thanks, and there's like a moment where her face is about level with my belt, like a foot away, she's looking at me, I'm looking at her. I go, "Um, sorry, guess I'm kind of crowding you here," and I take a step back. She smiles and says, "Oh, I don't mind," before standing just as fluidly. Was very aware of sweat running down my back for the rest of the shift.

:confused:
 
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Worked with superglue today. Didn't glue any fingers together, but a layer of superglue on the top of my thumb and a couple of fingers is still annoying.
 
WELL-the neighbor put their trash in my trash can...the slippery slope has begun.
I had that happen once at my old place in Texas, because my neighbor didn't get his trash out in time on trash day.

Normally, I would let something like that go, but he filled up my entire damn trash can. And if it didn't fit in the can, the trash collectors wouldn't take it. So, here I was, stuck with stinky ass trash in my garage until the following week. And the damn trash didn't even belong to me! And my own trash would've had to wait until the week after that before going out.

So I got out the latex gloves, dug through his god-damned trash, found which neighbor it was from an envelope, called the city, and had the fucker cited for illegal dumping. He had to pay a $250 fine, and collect his trash from my can.

Asshole.
 
You know, I look at the completely batshit things my mom and grandmother post on Facebook and wonder how I ever managed to escape the cycle of crazy.
 
Back to Nature is leaps and bounds better than Kraft.
Never heard of it, I wonder if they sell it at my local store. Hmm

When I was in middle school and my folks worked late, they got a babysitter (who was a student at UTEP) for my little brother (because he got home from elementary much earlier than me)... and charged her with cooking dinner because they wouldn't be home until 6 or 7.

All she knew how to cook was Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.

Kraft Mac and Cheese. For 4 nights a week. For 3 years.

I can't even look at the stuff now.
I have a similar story involving peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but I still like them. Especially with boysenberry jelly. *drools*
 
I have a similar story involving peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but I still like them. Especially with boysenberry jelly. *drools*
I have a similar story with cream cheese and jelly sandwiches.
Still can't. It even affects my enjoyment of things like cupcakes.

--Patrick
 
You know, I look at the completely batshit things my mom and grandmother post on Facebook and wonder how I ever managed to escape the cycle of crazy.
Maybe they were both driven insane by their offspring, and you just got lucky with such easy and fun children?

*ducks and runs for cover*
 
We get a fruit bowl at work once a week. It's sort of a grab-bag of all kinds of different fruit depending on what's in season, and they're closed - just dip your hand in and take out what's in your hand.

WHAT KIND OF SADISTIC DIPSHIT PUT OPUNTIA (PRICKLY PEAR) IN THERE?!??!?

Owie owie owie owie.
 
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