RobBob

Y-fronts...now I KNOW you are the genuine UK article.

Brace up, man. Don't you see surviving the day as a vote of confidence in yourself? Shit, if you seriously are a short time away from a green card then I submit that it is a time in your life to play the game brutha. Wait a few more hours for that drink. Straighten your office. Write a professional-looking memo or sumthin before leaving. Hell, you may make the "turnaround team."

She doesn't suffer fools or bimbos either...look what she's doing to trask's "secretaries"

I admire Allison...she's a tough gal...you guys wouldn't last a round with her!

Shit Erik, the boss likes him. I'll bet the folks that got canned were wasting time spra...hey, never imnd.

It's a tough world. Take some satisfaction if you survived a round.

Hey, If their population starts getting too high I'm all for huntin'em.

Are you bringing this up after seeing the "copyright" autosig on the Rainier thread? I figured hmmmm somebody's thinking book here. Could be a good one, if written cleverly. If there's a movie, I want to play Pierce Stuggart.

How about the "Christmas climb" where he loses all his buds?

This is a prime example of windbagging to death something that was funny when thrown out as a smart-ass remark. I challenge every person who has issues with "demeaning" remarks to self-examination. For example, Allison, how many times this week have you called a guy a "dick" or some other such gender-based term...even if it's thinking it to yourself?

Mr. Privatepirate: What the hell are you talking about?

Hey, I only flip Scotty shit in a friendly way---ask him.

What the Hell's going on here? A cougar thread goes for 7 posts without mentioning Scot'teryx?? There, that's better. Seriously, interesting post Jim.

That expression made me laugh out loud. Does that make me a bad person?

please, please don't

Own up to it people---how many of you sneeze after ripping nose-hairs out?

Once again Bug lives up to his name!

I'll keep my relatively efficient SUV, thank you, knowing that the people burning shit in the poorer parts of the world are the real aerial emmissions culprits. Sometime in the past five years I remember reading that a backyard trash fire containing household plastic will emit more pcb's and the like than a modern-day large scale waste incinerator. Now comes today's Wall Street Journal article, "A Dirty Discovery Over Indian Ocean Sets Off a Fight." I don't have an online subscription to cut and paste, but if you have a copy of the Journal, you ought to read this article about the "Asian Brown Cloud."

never pass by a pisser/never pass up an erection/never trust a fart

Wow, I fucked that poll thing up.

When was the last time that trask looked at internet porn: two days ago two hours ago two minutes ago currently downloading movie

The same, except with bourbon and w/o the lime juice. Some julep recipes actually have planters rum in them as well I think. I believe the ancestor of both these drinks came from the ancient Arabs. All I know abt Kentucky is that the Cinci airport sucks.

Tomorrow is Derby Day. All those with Southern breeding of any count know that the only thing to drink tomorrow is mint juleps. Here's how...serve them preferably in silver julep cups, or pewter Jefferson cups if you must: Mint Julep Recipe In a bowl, place several fresh mint sprigs, 1 tsp. of sugar and 1/4 ounce of water. Crush the leaves with a spoon and stir all well. Fill a chilled cup with crushed ice, fill with Bourbon, and top with strained mixture. Or place a bit of the mixture into the chilled cup. Add a layer of crushed ice. Continue at least one more time, topping with ice. Pour Bourbon on top. Garnish with fresh mint sprigs.

I remember fighting with one eye closed once, because somebody had blindsided me with a punch to the temple, and my eyes were crossed. The Welshman was at my wedding, and by early in the reception, there he was piss-drunk with his arm around my father-in-law. Telling him that not only did RobBob have skeletons in the closet, he had them out on the front porch, and he was gonna tell him all about 'em...luckily right about then he became so tonguetied that he was unintelligible.

I had a Welshman buddy in college who was the star of the rugby team. It got so that they would have to assign someone to keep him sober on Friday nights, so that he wouldn't puke constantly during the Saturday morning matches.