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Discussion in 'Off Topic [BG]' started by Axtman, Apr 15, 2015.
You sure don't want to hear small talk during a vasectomy.
I don't want to hear anything during a vasectomy! I want to be damned sure I'm knocked out before the scissors are taken out of their protective plastic wraps!
Amateur psychologists who try to find hidden meaning in everything.
People who get on the freeway without so much as attempting to accelerate... You know the type... the onramp ends in 100ft, there's a truck coming up behind you on the left doing 60+, and they're right in front of you, casually cruising at the same 35 they were doing back on the street.
People sing songs, but the singing isn't what makes it a song. In any case you can sing the melody to most instrumental pieces so your point is moot.
They're still songs--they have melody.
I'll take Mendelssohn's word over yours.
I make up words to instrumentals--sometimes about how there are no words.
Mrs SitDMC has made lyrics to TV show theme songs for years now. Her favorites include Star Trek Voyager, and Cagney and Lacey.
Backwards "N" on changeable letter signs on the road. Makes me want to jump out of the truck and get on my grammar soapbox every time
A friend of a 'friend' comes and stays and brings his blue heeler pup - 7 months old. Nice friendly pup. It's a shared house. We all have a dog - five, in all. Within two weeks, they're all sneezing, and with green slime flowing from their muzzles. So, it's off to the vet.
They all have distemper. The 'friend' bails out. His friend bails out and leaves the blue heeler in his wake, abandoned. The rest of us pool our resources and have all the mutts sorted - big bucks - and, eventually, we find a home for the orphan pooch. How's that for a pet peeve? That's not the end of it but we'll leave it there
Just doesn't seem right on some level to "like" your post. Distemper is a brutal canine disease. Bless you for tending to the pups. And I hope you can call that slug a former freind.
I wasn't. Just local anesthesia.
When I turn on an Apple or Windows-based computer, they have the annoying "BLAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW" musical intro. If the sound is left up, it's loud and very annoying. I wish computers didn't make a noise when starting up.
People that use the word Falsehood.
People that say "I'm sorry", when there is no reason to say it.
People who call themselves "straight shooters" when they can't hit the broad side of a barn with their assertions.
I think this is rooted deep in your subconscious; perhaps due to childhood trauma. I think you will have to search your dreams for a roadmap to the lost kingdom of Kubla Khan.
I get peevish about voicemail. I dislike the tedium of listening to a rambling caller telling me what time they are calling, telling me that they are calling, giving a rambling history or dumping a task at me without so much as the courtesy of REQUESTING I help them, etc.
I dislike listening to another person's voicemail played back over speaker even more.
I dislike carefree recklessness in traffic. To literally endanger people's lives because someone is selfish...I find it hard to control my outrage.
You're right...there is deep meaning in what you say...I shall have to ponder this further...
Hey, wait a minute - you're doing it too! AMATEUR!!!
“Hey ‘Dog Face,’ this is Willam - not William, I get that a lot, but Willam, no ‘I’ - from Akorn. Yep, yep, so anyway, so... First time caller, long time listener. I love your show. Hope you and ‘Cow Pie’ are doing good. Yep, yep, so anyway so... I got three questions and two comments. I’m 53 years old and I’ve been a Flap-Doodles fan for years, back in the days when Joe Schmoe was burning up the league. I remember going to a game in the old Metro Stadium Coliseum in 62 when he had 5,000 yards rushing and hit 12 home runs with a triple double in the fourth inning. Do you remember that? So anyway so..., the trouble with the team nowadays is that the players have all gone soft. They’re paid too much and the refs call too many penalties. In the old days Booger Butts played with two broken arms. There was none of this concussion stuff either. Hell, they used leather helmets if they used helmets at all. Yep, yep, so anyway so... They’d get their bell rung, go to the sidelines and get their head stitched back onto their neck. Anyway, I love your show. Been listening to you guys for the last 66 years. And I guess I’ll hang up and listen to your answer off the air. GO FLAP-DOODLES!”