ExiledInIllinois

It's outside the tailgate/game. Who cares if you lay waste to @Hammered a Lot's pota-potty... I think the company condems them anyway after each game. ? Just ask @mead107 for the key to the executive washrooms. ?

Well, we know where the problem is. ?May I recommend systemic desensitization. If you come to a tailgate, I will bring egg salad, made with Weber's mustard. You love Weber's mustard, right? What could be so bad? ?

They must like marbles. Down South it's 10 year olds with marbles. The southern towboat pilots call on the radio @ work. It's bruutal... Slow and lazy too! In their defence, it's gotta be pretty bad for them... Talk a mile a minute and nasally up north. They do make these: For these:

He got old? Pushing 70.

FWIW: Vehicles today are the heaviest they have ever been (on average). Hard to believe with all those past land yachts on the road. Cars are fatter, heavier, wider. Just NOT longer. Take a look at an old car by a newer one... Even the small ones today are much bigger, heavier. It's a progression, no doubt. https://slate.com/business/2011/06/american-cars-are-getting-heavier-and-heavier-is-that-dangerous.html "Like Americans themselves, American cars are getting heavier and heavier every year. Our new cars are more efficient, with average fuel economy climbing and carbon-dioxide emissions falling over the course of the past 30 years. But that is not because they are lighter. The average new car weighed 3,221 pounds in 1987 but 4,009 pounds in 2010. Even small-size sedans have packed on the pounds, thanks to more-powerful—if more-efficient—engines, as well as features like nicer seats, more safety features, and more legroom."

My grandpa, he's ninety five And he keeps on dancin' He's still alive My grandma, she's ninety two She loves to dance And sing some, too I don't know But I've been told If you keep on dancing You'll never grow old Come on darling Put a pretty dress on We're gonna go out tonight Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance All night long I'm a hard working man I'm a son of a gun I've been working all week in the noon day sun The wood's in the kitchen And the cow's in the barn I'm all cleaned up and my chores are all done Take my hand, come along Let's go out and have some fun Come on darling put a pretty dress on We're gonna go out tonight Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance All night long Pick on Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance All night long Come on darling, don't look that way Don't you know when you smile I've got to say you're my honey pumpkin lover You're my heart's delight Don't you want to go out tonight You're such a pretty lady You're such a sweet girl When you dance it brightens up my world Come on darling put a pretty dress on We're gonna go out tonight And dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance All night long

Anyway they are, I like them. Eggs=delish. Not fussy. Sure!

Ah... Nobody will find out. There are privacy laws to hide behind.

I know it exists. Why would they change it, they'd be fools to.

We just put a cat down... Was feeling bad because he was only 10 years old. Grumpy cat was only 7. I don't feel so grumpy after all. Thanks Grumpy Cat!

Mystery achievement Don't breathe down my neck no I got no trophies on display I sign them away I mean what the heck All of your promises Don't fill me with pride no I just wanna get out on the floor And do the Cuban slide, slide, slide, slide But every day, every nighttime I find Mystery achievement You're on my mind And every day, every nighttime I feel Mystery achievement you're so unreal Mystery achievement Where's my sandy beach? Yeah I had my dreams like everybody else But they're out of reach I said right out of reach I could ignore you Your demands are unending I got no tears on my ice cream but you know me I love pretending But every day, every nighttime I find Mystery achievement You're on my mind And every day, every nighttime I feel Mystery achievement you're so unreal

Agree. Fair enough. "Food deserts" exist. But people don't even try...

This is ridiculous. WTF... Where? Not here... And I am around/in dirt poor districts. Fat azzes everywhere...

Or: "How to avoid a shadow in non-flash photography."

Can you use secondary lighting so it doesnt create a shadow? Don't use overhead lighting. My bank app works well. I never really noticed a flash. Use a light background. How about just holding a normal flashlight? So many ways to avoid shadows.

(I am) not a Stones guy... But this by far is my favorite! On Tattoo You but written years earlier for Goats Head Soup, 10 years earlier... But they still had Mick Taylor. Just NO dancing please Mick! [SORRY FOR THE SIDEBAR] My lyrical repsonse to last post: There is no political solution To our troubled evolution Have no faith in constitution There is no bloody revolution We are spirits in the material world Are spirits in the material world Are spirits in the material world Are spirits in the material world Our so-called leaders speak With words they try to jail you They subjugate the meek But it's the rhetoric of failure We are spirits in the material world Are spirits in the material world Are spirits in the material world Are spirits in the material world Where does the answer lie? Living from day to day If it's something we can't buy There must be another way We are spirits in the material world Are spirits in the material world Are spirits in the material world Are spirits in the material world Are spirits in the material world Are spirits in the material world

Eclectic taste. I mean, I don't mind The Stones songs, not my first choice though. To each their own, but I always thought the Stones, as a big stadium act were sell outs. Overrated. Sure, many sell out, the Stones have to be the worst @ it. Commercial success that they are. (I am) Just not into the whole big commercial acts... And prancing around on stage doesn't do it for me. I guess it's different for females. My wife and her sisters are reliving their youth and seeing them in Foxborough I believe. Chicks like that kinda thing. We went to Dead & Company last year @ Alpine Valley, WI. I just don't get the jumping around on stage bit. I guess people like that, makes them feel good to see senior citizens trying to relive their youth with youthful antics. For me, just play music. Again, to each their own.

It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed And then I tell her, as I turn out the light I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight

I lived in a place called Okfuskee And I had a little girl in a holler tree I said, "little girl, it's plain to see Ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me" She said, "it's hard for me to see How one little boy got so ugly" Yes, my little girly, that might be But there ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Way over yonder in the minor key Way over yonder in the minor key There ain't nobody that can sing like me We walked down by the Buckeye Creek To see the frog eat the goggle-eye bee To hear the west wind whistle to the east There ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Oh, my little girly, will you let me see Way over yonder where the wind blows free? Nobody can see in our holler tree And there ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Way over yonder in the minor key Way over yonder in the minor key There ain't nobody that can sing like me Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree And laid it on the she and me It stung lots worse than a hive of bees But there ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Now I've walked a long long ways Still look back to my Tanglewood days I've led lots of girls since then to stray Saying ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Way over yonder in the minor key Way over yonder in the minor key Ain't nobody that can sing like me Way over yonder in the minor key Way over yonder in the minor key Ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me

Yep! Never a Stones fan. Not into the goofy prancing around on stage.

Like my father before me, I will work the land Like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand He was just eighteen, proud and brave, but a Yankee laid him in his grave I swear by the mud below my feet You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat [Getting creative with cain theme]

He puts a plastic flamingo on the lawn to lure them in. The hits the with the hard "TH's." One two TREE! Most women melt and are helpess to the power of the old Cheektowaga one two tree!

Maybe @Gugny will like this? One of Upstate's gems... "Cradle and All" blast from the past.

Fourteenth street and the garbage swirls like a cyclone Three o'clock in the afternoon And I am going home F-train is full of high school students So much shouting, so much laughter Last night's underwear In my back pocket Sure sign of the morning after Take me home Take me home and leave me there Think I'm going to cry, I don't know why Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby Feel free to listen Feel free to stare I live in new york, new york The city that never shuts up In the daylight everything is so gory You can hear snatches of stranger's sorry stories And I moved there from buffalo But that's nothing The trico plant moved to mexico Left my uncle standing out in the cold Said here's your last paycheck Have fun growing old Take me home Take me home and leave me there Think I'm going to cry, I don't know why Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby Feel free to listen Feel free to stare