I know you guy. You're Paul Rodger's uncle.
Don't you think you're too old to be here?
Look someone who perfoms better than you writes:
Listen to this girl. Or you're a misogynist? I am "female fobic" , but...I love her
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Lester: Do you think you could get me an autograph?
Bryn: I remember when I first had hair growing under my arms. Crazy times.
Bryn: I remember when I first had hair growing under my arms. Crazy times.
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Micrówave wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Lester: Do you think you could get me an autograph?
Bryn: I remember when I first had hair growing under my arms. Crazy times.[/QUOTE]
I remembered my intellectual feet into my jelly/coffe sheet. I'm a rel mulatto meeeennn
Bryn: I remember when I first had hair growing under my arms. Crazy times.[/QUOTE]
I remembered my intellectual feet into my jelly/coffe sheet. I'm a rel mulatto meeeennn
If anybody knows bryn, yeah!!! He knows bryn likes drinks. You know he's always drunk.
Real MEN!!!!!!
Real MEN!!!!!!
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Micrówave wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Lester: Do you think you could get me an autograph?
Bryn: I remember when I first had hair growing under my arms. Crazy times.[/QUOTE]
I think he could only get you an apostrophe
Bryn: I remember when I first had hair growing under my arms. Crazy times.[/QUOTE]
I think he could only get you an apostrophe
At least tell us what you're drinking. Vodka? Scotch? Whiskey?
This sounds like a Vodka rant.
This sounds like a Vodka rant.
Awesome!
You're right – Paul Rodgers is my nephew. But I'm only in my twenties. Figure that one out.
We're close. Micro, I can get you an autograph and a copy of his 1983 solo album, Cut Loose.
Barb, please don't delete this thread.
You're right – Paul Rodgers is my nephew. But I'm only in my twenties. Figure that one out.
We're close. Micro, I can get you an autograph and a copy of his 1983 solo album, Cut Loose.
Barb, please don't delete this thread.
I have a signed Lyle Waggoneer photo for trade.
He was the guy that played Wonder Woman's boss on the old TV show. Got it at a celebrity tennis match around the same time.
He was the guy that played Wonder Woman's boss on the old TV show. Got it at a celebrity tennis match around the same time.
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Lester Burnham wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Awesome!
You're right – Paul Rodgers is my nephew. But I'm only in my twenties. Figure that one out.
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It's a whole '39 thing. You need a PhD in astronomy to work it out, or some really good weed, man.
You're right – Paul Rodgers is my nephew. But I'm only in my twenties. Figure that one out.
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It's a whole '39 thing. You need a PhD in astronomy to work it out, or some really good weed, man.
The typical consumer pays $50 a month or so for cable or satellite, only to watch shows which get shorter every year, with 18-22 minutes of paid advertising per hour, some of which is interrupted by local stations or cable/satellite providers for their own resold time (often mis-timed and cutting into actual show time). And a lot of folks pay an additional $50 a month for high speed internet where we're subjected to pop-ups, pop-unders, and now ads sold on YouTube clips which are poor quality to begin with.
Or we pay $15 for a CD which isn't even a true CD because it contains purposeful errors, also known as copy protection, which renders the discs unplayable on some machines and unrippable to our iPods. Or we buy the latest blockbuster on DVD and we're treated to forced commercials for upcoming films followed by a reminder that we're thieves if we share a copy of the film with friends. Before you know it, we'll need a public performance license to watch the damn thing with even 1 other person.
Everywhere you turn as a paying consumer, you're treated as mindless meat, meant to sit there and pay and pay to watch advertising for more stuff to buy and then you're treated like a criminal when you do buy.
Or we pay $15 for a CD which isn't even a true CD because it contains purposeful errors, also known as copy protection, which renders the discs unplayable on some machines and unrippable to our iPods. Or we buy the latest blockbuster on DVD and we're treated to forced commercials for upcoming films followed by a reminder that we're thieves if we share a copy of the film with friends. Before you know it, we'll need a public performance license to watch the damn thing with even 1 other person.
Everywhere you turn as a paying consumer, you're treated as mindless meat, meant to sit there and pay and pay to watch advertising for more stuff to buy and then you're treated like a criminal when you do buy.