The layoff train has left the station and continues to pick up speed. Some of our 2Old2Play community members are already on board. My place of employment has already filled a few seats. And as of Monday, there will be more of my work friends carrying boarding passes. That sucks.
The layoff train has left the station and continues to pick up speed. Some of our 2Old2Play community members are already on board. My place of employment has already filled a few seats. And as of Monday, there will be more of my work friends carrying boarding passes. That sucks.
I have a penis. And I all too frequently find its masculinity overpowered by my wife and 3 offspring, all penis free. For instance, my 360 came back from repairs Wednesday. That evening, I managed to ignore the delivery box after work long enough to cook dinner and make sure all were adequately fed. I then unpacked the box, hooked up my console, fired everything up, and began installing updates, included the new experience. By the time the experience was downloading, my two youngest had camped on our couch, intently watching the green install status bar slowly creep across the screen a
I have a penis. And I all too frequently find its masculinity overpowered by my wife and 3 offspring, all penis free. For instance, my 360 came back from repairs Wednesday. That evening, I managed to ignore the delivery box after work long enough to cook dinner and make sure all were adequately fed. I then unpacked the box, hooked up my console, fired everything up, and began installing updates, included the new experience. By the time the experience was downloading, my two youngest had camped on our couch, intently watching the green install status bar slowly creep across the screen a
I can finally store my beer outside to keep cold. No more trying to remember to restock the fridge while making good morning coffee. No more shuffling beer thru the freezer cause the fridge was (almost) empty. No more fighting with containers of plain soy milk, vanilla soy milk, half and half, 1% cow’s milk, oj, grape juice, and white grape juice just to find a home for beer. My beer is now happily in Mother Nature’s refrigeration unit: my back yard.
On another happy note, my 360 is repaired. Now I just have to survive the long and painful shipping period . . . .
I can finally store my beer outside to keep cold. No more trying to remember to restock the fridge while making good morning coffee. No more shuffling beer thru the freezer cause the fridge was (almost) empty. No more fighting with containers of plain soy milk, vanilla soy milk, half and half, 1% cow’s milk, oj, grape juice, and white grape juice just to find a home for beer. My beer is now happily in Mother Nature’s refrigeration unit: my back yard.
On another happy note, my 360 is repaired. Now I just have to survive the long and painful shipping period . . . .
These large man-meat like mollusks are called geoducks (pronounced gooey ducks). They recently came to my attention after some water cooler talk about a tv show called Dirty Jobs. Some googling followed said conversation, and photos like the ones previously posted began appearing all around my work. In fact, it's not uncommon to run off for a meeting or a pee break to return to a computer screen adorned with these proud phalli. There are even a couple photo shopped versions that include a variety of ducks and someone's spouse. We had a young guy who we were certain was limiting his bat
