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The Library => Haley Center Basement => Topic started by: Snaggletiger on June 12, 2015, 12:31:17 PM
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It's another burfday in the Bid D. (Tomorrow) Hope Mrs. Double D's sets the fun bags free and you have a nom-nom-nom birthday.
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55? He may have to make the call to the bullpen.
Happy birthday, man! Go play some golf or something.
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Happy Birthday
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Happy birthday to my fellow Texan!! Smooches!!
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Happy Birthday!
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Played golf yesterday till a micro burst shut us down. 1" of rain in 20 minutes. Stayed at the bar for a while and came home (somehow) Mrs. Dallas spent the night up north of Denton, she was in a neon walk for special needs (insert any joke) last night at Texas motor speedway till midnight so she stayed with a friend. I came home, put my XM on the deck and just chilled to some music. (Tis what us old folks do)
On the bright side been shopping for a new keen machine.
bad side is I ain't paying for something that should come with an address if they want that much. :facepalm:
Gift from Mrs. Dallas, I would like to have words with the 5 year old who painted the blue part.
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Gift from Mrs. Dallas, I would like to have words with the 5 year old who painted the blue part.
hopefully, you're fluent in Chinese.
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hopefully, you're fluent in Chinese.
I could prolly learn to speak a little but would hate to have to write that weird shit.
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I could prolly learn to speak a little but would hate to have to write that weird shit.
I think "sucky sucky" translates into any language.
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I think "sucky sucky" translates into any language.
I have been a number 1 GI. I loved her short time.
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He's Chinese from the waist down. Belated wishes. Here's to more rain, since Tx is so dry.
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I could prolly learn to speak a little but would hate to have to write that weird shit.
I met a Chinese lady in Shanghai (go figure) once and we struck up a pretty serious relationship. Being a man on the go, we relied on letters to communicate with one another since email was still 10 years from existence.
She was a frigging doll - quite possibly the cutest girl I've ever known. She couldn't read English well enough to understand the American version of the language, and her writing was not too much better. I damn sure couldn't write that shit they call a language so we found ourselves in quite a quandary. Her father would not approve of our relationship unless I showed commitment to learning the Chinese way.
I pondered how to prove to the old man that I was committed. One evening at a bar in Sri Lanka, I came up with a plan. I dipped a chicken's feet in ink and set a piece of paper down. The chicken's claws turned out something strikingly similar to the Chinese jibber-jabber I recalled seeing on the street signs back in Shanghai. I folded the paper up, stuffed it in an envelope and sent to back to my love.
That bastard of a chicken undoubtedly wanted to fuck me over, because the response I received was my darling China Doll telling me to "store a rich harvest of rice where I make stinky droppings."
I was devastated, and I never found out what my letter said that pissed her off so badly. I learned a great lesson that day; never trust a chicken to write a letter to China while you're sitting at a bar in Sri Lanka.