New Testingstan

Zod wrote:Also, fuck google for putting paid ads into the maps on my phone.

Seriously? That fucking sucks.

*starts up Maps*

Hm, not there. For now.

It strikes me that the Superbowl is the closest thing to a May Day Parade nowadays. "and now, TO HONOR AMERICA..." What was the last 10mins?

They always say that, they just don't always show it on TV.

So I just did my laundry, and the washing machine has just ruined my favorite pair of shorts. The pigmentation from a red shirt leaked out and turned them completely pink, so I can no longer wear them.

It's not much of a thing, especially when compared to my difficulties with my car. On any other day I would brush it of and say "oh well." But today? Today is a very different day.

You know what? Who cares if I have class at 9:30 tomorrow. I am going to go downstairs, watch the superbowl with my father, and get very, very drunk.

Just turned on the superbowl. I'm supporting the 49ers, because I like their colour scheme.

So I've been thinking about the car all day, and for something I placed so little value on while I had it, I find i'm surprisingly upset about losing it.

All sorts of little memories have been coming back. I remember going out in the summer of 2005 to the local Miijers, and buying Star Wars Battlefront II and the Episode III dvd. Hardly a momentous occasion, but it's the first time I can remember going to the store by myself and actually buying something with my own money, without having anyone else with me.

I remember driving it up to Red Robin to have lunch with my father what has to be a hundred times. I remember the time I drove out to my dad's house at 10:00 at night and I actually got it over 100 because there was no one on the road.

Just little things, you know?

Way to fuck up the Super Bowl, New Orleans.

Dude, offloading the car won't automatically remove your memory of it and the good times associated. Appreciate that it was a noble steed, pour out a 40 and sell that shit to a wrecker.

Sentimental is a nice way of saying for apprentice hoarder.

RogueIce wrote:Way to fuck up the Super Bowl, New Orleans.

I hope you like Bane jokes. Because the internet has filled with them.

I prefer this one:
“@Puddinstrip cutting the power is exactly what Hans Gruber wanted to happen! #SuperBowl47””

weemadando wrote:

RogueIce wrote:Way to fuck up the Super Bowl, New Orleans.

I hope you like Bane jokes. Because the internet has filled with them.

I prefer this one:
“@Puddinstrip cutting the power is exactly what Hans Gruber wanted to happen! #SuperBowl47””

If the lights don't come on soon, they'll need to go with the backup plan:


http://youtube.com/watch?v=wtjAeDvoYcE

So they're saying it was a line into the stadium that blew out, wonder how long it'll take them to fix.

BTW Rogue. What is your username for AIM again? I forgot to add you to my friends list the last time we talked, and for some reason you don't show up in my "recent conversations."

“@nealpollack This time, it's the rich people trapped in the Superdome.”

Stolen from another forum:

"Ray Lewis didn't kill the lights, he was just there when it happened!!"

The Superdome apparently didn't have generators in 2005. 8 years later, nothing's changed. I hope New Orleans enjoys the last Super Bowl they will ever host.

Holy shit Kahlua is awesome!

How have I never had this before

If you like Kahlua you'll love Bailey's.

Insists that children stay at her place because it's first day back at school tomorrow. Then says she has a meeting that finishes at 9pm and can I watch them until then. Currently 9:45pm and still waiting in car with children outside an office in the city. Don't know whether to be angry at her or ashamed of self for enabling her.

Oh that fucking blows. And angry at her. She gives a time, especially fucking 9pm on the night before school, then she should fucking well stick to it.

10:15pm. Still waiting.

Mang

I would have left after half an hour.

Eff that B.

Get your kids home for as much of night's sleep as you can. She clearly doesn't want them.

I am sure that meetings can sometimes go over the expected end-time, but by over an hour? And no word being sent?

She's obviously playing games with you, and Ando is right.

Go home, put them to bed.

And dude, go for full custody.