Pio1980
AK Member
Pre-Malone, Malone, post-Malone, what's Malone? Maybe four stages.
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Pio1980
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In sum, a lot of Maloney.
SolderIron
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Simple proof is being male at birth, the will to give and experience birth is a pipe dream.
If the things you put into a cake are ingredients, shouldn't frosting and other decorations be called "outgredients"? After all they go on the outside of the cake.
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After seeing what pregnancy does to women and nevermind natural child birth, I want no part of being female.
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Ongredients.
As we go from the shop to the job site, sometimes to multiple jobs and back to the shop, my foreman switches the radio station. It's nice have variety. One time he had the country station on and the singer was Post Malone. I said "Who in the hell would name their kid Post?" Maybe his parents hoped he would take up fencing? Maybe they gave him too much raisin bran. We had a good laugh over it.
Only at Christmas time. "On Dasher, On Dancer, On Prancer, Ongredients....Ongredients.
Oh ****! You just opened a can of worms buddy. Customarily, I work Saturdays (as many as possible) from mid March through the end of June. After that, I don't see Saturday work again until November. I used to have a neighbor that would see me outside on a Saturday morning between July and October. It would be around 9am and I would not be wearing work attire making it abundantly obvious that I was not working that day. Still, she just had to ask, even after the 32 billionth time I explained that if I was working I would have left by 6 and would be wearing the proper clothes. I didn't want to be mean to her, but I just had to start replying withWhy do we always ask a question that we already know the answer to...yet we ask it anyways?
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Me: I don't know Cindy, am I working today?
Her: Well I don't know. How the hell would I know?
Me: Am I here right now?
Her: Yes
Me: Is it after 6 o'clock?
Her: Yes
Me: Am I wearing work clothes?
Her: No
Me: Well then, am I working today?
Her: I guess not.
Next Saturday, the same conversation as if the previous Saturday's conversation hadn't taken place. Other neighbors would say "Oh she's just making conversation." I'd say "No, she's making aggravation. If she has nothing to say other than asking about the obvious, tell her to just say good morning to me, I will say good morning back to her and we will only have a conversation if there is something to talk about.
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I heard the name on the radio several times before I saw it in print, and since the DJs didn't do a good job of pronouncing the "t" at the end of "Post", I thought they were saying "POS Malone" instead of Post. I was seriously left wondering, for real, what guy calls himself a piece of ****
So of course I had to do a search, and find out his first name ain't POS or Post, Post is his last name and his mama actually named him "Austin Richard Post"
And no, his music ain't my thing.....
Usually when a great song is too short. There are so many songs that I really enjoy, but they end at least 20 minutes too soon. Yeah, I like really long songs when they're fantastic musical performances. "Ascensions" by John Coltrane is nearly 40 minutes.Ever wonder "Is that all there is?"
Peggy Lee thought this as well in '69. Even the Eagles mused that in their "Hotel California".
Really...is that all there is?
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Quadman2
Lunatic Member
Only can make these suppositions on your dialogue with this person: She:
is a poor listener.
is a hope eternal-type.
likes pushing your buttons.
is a slow learner.
likes to stir the "pot".
has a poor memory.
has little in the way of friends.
is "hitting" on you.
is bored.
Your pick, Sjj.
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I guess at least bored, has nothing to talk about, but can't be content not to talk if she has nothing to say. That never made sense to me. It's better not to talk if there is nothing to talk about. Silence is golden, ductape is silver....
My favorite manager at work has the initials BS and he's proud of it.I heard the name on the radio several times before I saw it in print, and since the DJs didn't do a good job of pronouncing the "t" at the end of "Post", I thought they were saying "POS Malone" instead of Post. I was seriously left wondering, for real, what guy calls himself a piece of ****
So of course I had to do a search, and find out his first name ain't POS or Post, Post is his last name and his mama actually named him "Austin Richard Post"
And no, his music ain't my thing.....
Greatest thing about being a single man: On weekends, if I don't feel like it, I don't gotta and no one can make me, guilt me into it or threaten me in any way. I just wake up, say "Nope!" And that's that.
