Random Thoughts XII - This Thread Delivers
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Sounds like Mankato.
Wish they wouldn’t have included the pictures of the offenders though....
Just wait until he throws up into your mouth. That's a real treat. Word to the wise--don't hold the baby up above your face right after feeding.
Just wait until he throws up into your mouth. That's a real treat. Word to the wise--don't hold the baby up above your face right after feeding.
Why do people choose to have children?
Even Pants has standards? Who knew?
Well, Pants has never met 2015. He could well be a handsome young specimen of a man but committing sight unseen would be risky.
That's most definitely a "Oh, my".
Vikings jersey in the mugshot, apparently not Hawkeye country.
It would have been in the bathroom had it been Hawkeyes.That's most definitely a "Oh, my".
Vikings jersey in the mugshot, apparently not Hawkeye country.
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A few years ago we were in Green Bay for a Packer game and went by a D*ck's Sporting Goods store. My cousin (female) noticed that there was a Big Lots store right next door, and the next thing you know she and my wife are creating a blended business called "Lots of Big D*cks". They laugh about that to this day.
You dont recall the story? These two were found getting it on in the bathroom in the Metrodome during an Iowa -Minnesota game.
Not him. But we DID just receive our first vanity plate ever for the new(ish) RV. We have a group of friends that we will go around and pick up and then we all go somewhere for kicks & giggles. We refer to ourselves as "Butts on a Bus". We have a flip sign in the window that reads One Butt on the Bus, Two Butts on the Bus, etc, and we flip it to the correct number as we add people. Our new plate is "Butzbus"...Cyclone plate, of course!
Give me some options for Maui & Oahu just before we leave - I'll never remember this for three months! Lew really wants to go to a luau with fire dancers - do you know of a good one?
Volleyball Update:
It was perfect weather for volleyball last night. Lower 80's and perfectly still. We had 12 people so we played 6-on-6 because we decided that it was too much work to play 3-on-3. This led to a lot of great volleys and probably the best quality of volleyball we had played all season. People were talking and setting each other up and actually taking it somewhat seriously (in a good, competitive way). The games were all close because the teams were pretty evenly matched. I am slowly improving my volleyball skills, but I still have my moments of mediocrity. It was the second game of the night, and I was playing in the back row. We had a good volley going, and I could see that the other team was setting up their best player for a spike. Two of our best players were moving up to go for the block. The other team set their spiker up perfectly and he timed his jump just right. Luckily, our two blockers timed their jumps perfectly as well. It looked like it was going to be a sure block for our team. How could the spiker possibly get the ball past our two blockers? Just in case, I positioned myself behind them to go for the dig if they somehow missed the block. It almost happened in slow motion. The ball floated in the air for what seemed like forever. The spiker wound up, the blockers reached for the sky, and I got myself in position. Bang. The spiker hit the ball hard and sure enough our blockers were in the perfect position. It was surely going to be a block, until it wasn't. The ball sailed towards the blockers, and suddenly, their arms parted like the red sea. Now, the ball was coming towards me at a million miles an hour. I had set myself up for the dig, but the ball was higher than I expected so it was coming right at my face. There was nothing I could do. The ball hit me square in the nose; hard enough to knock my sunglasses clean off my face. My only redeeming act of the whole sequence was to catch my sunglasses before they hit the ground. How I had the wherewithal to do that, I don't know. After I made sure my nose wasn't bleeding and blinked a couple times to make sure I could still see straight, I looked at my sunglasses. Totally smashed. I was able to straighten them out for the most part this morning but I don't know if they'll ever be totally back to normal. The very next play, the other team had a really good serve and one of our players didn't hit it very well. It was moving quickly towards the sideline and to the ground. "Here's my chance to redeem myself," I foolishly thought to myself. I dove forward, fully horizontal, and I was going to hit the ball back in play. Until I didn't. The ball went right through my arms, bounced off the sand, and you guessed it, hit me square in the nose again. This time the only thing that hurt was my pride. I joked that I was just trying to straighten my nose back out after the last hit. I had a few plays that I was actually proud of but they aren't as interesting as getting hit in the face on back-to-back plays.
It was perfect weather for volleyball last night. Lower 80's and perfectly still. We had 12 people so we played 6-on-6 because we decided that it was too much work to play 3-on-3. This led to a lot of great volleys and probably the best quality of volleyball we had played all season. People were talking and setting each other up and actually taking it somewhat seriously (in a good, competitive way). The games were all close because the teams were pretty evenly matched. I am slowly improving my volleyball skills, but I still have my moments of mediocrity. It was the second game of the night, and I was playing in the back row. We had a good volley going, and I could see that the other team was setting up their best player for a spike. Two of our best players were moving up to go for the block. The other team set their spiker up perfectly and he timed his jump just right. Luckily, our two blockers timed their jumps perfectly as well. It looked like it was going to be a sure block for our team. How could the spiker possibly get the ball past our two blockers? Just in case, I positioned myself behind them to go for the dig if they somehow missed the block. It almost happened in slow motion. The ball floated in the air for what seemed like forever. The spiker wound up, the blockers reached for the sky, and I got myself in position. Bang. The spiker hit the ball hard and sure enough our blockers were in the perfect position. It was surely going to be a block, until it wasn't. The ball sailed towards the blockers, and suddenly, their arms parted like the red sea. Now, the ball was coming towards me at a million miles an hour. I had set myself up for the dig, but the ball was higher than I expected so it was coming right at my face. There was nothing I could do. The ball hit me square in the nose; hard enough to knock my sunglasses clean off my face. My only redeeming act of the whole sequence was to catch my sunglasses before they hit the ground. How I had the wherewithal to do that, I don't know. After I made sure my nose wasn't bleeding and blinked a couple times to make sure I could still see straight, I looked at my sunglasses. Totally smashed. I was able to straighten them out for the most part this morning but I don't know if they'll ever be totally back to normal. The very next play, the other team had a really good serve and one of our players didn't hit it very well. It was moving quickly towards the sideline and to the ground. "Here's my chance to redeem myself," I foolishly thought to myself. I dove forward, fully horizontal, and I was going to hit the ball back in play. Until I didn't. The ball went right through my arms, bounced off the sand, and you guessed it, hit me square in the nose again. This time the only thing that hurt was my pride. I joked that I was just trying to straighten my nose back out after the last hit. I had a few plays that I was actually proud of but they aren't as interesting as getting hit in the face on back-to-back plays.
Who is ready for an update on Wx's inlaws?!?!
They did end up getting the house on the market. My SIL and BIL that currently live with them were assumed to be looking for somewhere else to live. Well last night MrsWx found out that that is not true. They will be moving with them and living in the basement paying rent. MrsWx is pissed. I am all dafuq is wrong with you people. They have now been married for just over three years and have lived with them for 2 of those years. They honestly don't have a good marriage and do absolutely nothing together.
That is all one thing but the thing that disappoints us the most is the fact that they intentionally did not tell us or anything because they know people will be mad/judge them. I wonder why....
They did end up getting the house on the market. My SIL and BIL that currently live with them were assumed to be looking for somewhere else to live. Well last night MrsWx found out that that is not true. They will be moving with them and living in the basement paying rent. MrsWx is pissed. I am all dafuq is wrong with you people. They have now been married for just over three years and have lived with them for 2 of those years. They honestly don't have a good marriage and do absolutely nothing together.
That is all one thing but the thing that disappoints us the most is the fact that they intentionally did not tell us or anything because they know people will be mad/judge them. I wonder why....
Well, Pants has never met 2015. He could well be a handsome young specimen of a man but committing sight unseen would be risky.
Uh, I’m definitely a handsome young specimen of a man.
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