So Roy walked us down to his unfinished basement where there stood a variety of chairs and a 3 ft by 3 ft card table.
" Where are we going to play ?", I asked.
" Right here ! " Roy replied in a tone as if he'd just won the lottery, " I'm going to go get some chips" and he set off bounding up the stairs.
Now there was NO WAY we were going to fit seven people around this table. I look look at Josh, he shrugged and we started rummaging around the piles in the basement hopeful to find some other table or flat surface to work with. In the very back next to the furnace I found an old door the I drug out to the middle of the floor. Josh found 4 bar stools in another pile and after some effort we had ourselves one hell of a poker table ( except for the knob) and were ready to roll.
All of us sat down and waited for Roy's return. to my right was Bill who declined my offer of beer and indicated that he already " had about a 12 pack in him" though I really couldn't tell. To my left was Roys wife and I was enjoying the fact that my chair was a good foot taller than her chair and appreciating the structural advances that have been made recently in brazier manufacturing.
Then Roy came bounding down the stairs with a bag of nachos and a deck of cards, " I FINALLY FOUND A FULL DECK !!!! WHEW. I knew I had one somewhere up there. I have another half of a deck exactly like this up up there too. If you want I can mix them together and we can play with a deck and a half. Then we wont have to shuffle so much." Thankfully that offer was declined. He threw a tattered pack of bent and torn cards onto the table. I didn't even bother to count to see if they were all there. I did however note that the card completely folded in half was the nine of diamonds.
Now, please don't consider me a prude. I understand not everyone has a poker table or chips. In fact I usually have a couple of chairs, $20 in ones and fives, and an extra set of poker chips in my car as I recognize that if you don't regularly host a game you might underestimate what you need. But, and call me crazy if you will, I do have the minimum expectation that if you are going to invite people over to your house to play cards that ...you know... you at least HAVE SOME FUCKING CARDS !
As I was breaking the chips up into stacks to distribute, Roy whistled for his dog and I heard it come in the house above us and it's claws tip-tapping across the kitchen linoleum. When I next looked up a big ass boxer or rotwiller or some fucking attack dog came bounding across the floor. Ron about jumped out of his pants.
" AHAHAHAHHAHA, Don't be scared...he's friendly", Roy yelled as he hopped up and playfully ( !?) smacked the dogs across the chops and then started hugging him. " AHAHAHAHA, Watch this ! " Roy yelled as he ran across the room and dug through a pile of stuff. He pulled out a two gallon, empty, plastic bottle of Tide and held it over his head. The dog went absolutely apeshit. It started barking and jumping up and down foaming at the mouth. Roy ran over to a string hanging from the rafter about 6 feet away from our makeshift table and tied the string to the bottle leaving it hovering 4 feet from the ground. As he came back to his chair (Purposefully jammed in between his wife and I) the dog started jumping up and down growling and snapping at the bottle.
I tried my best to not jump up screaming and continued to focus all my attention on the counting...17...18....19...and 20. Doing my best to ignore the attack dog 6 feet to my right I announced, " I have the chips in stacks of $20. If you want to buy in for $10 just toss the two green chips back to me and we'll be set"
There was a long pause and the wife leaned over and started whispering to Roy. " Ummmm", Roy said, " That's a little much to start isn't it ?"
" How much do you WANT to play for ?", I asked , my staring burning a hole through Ron for taking us away from our sure fire $40 pot limit buy-in for what was becoming a penny ante kitchen table game.
" hmmmmm", no one wanted to offer up an opinion. So I thought about what might be the MOST amount I might be able to squeeze out of the game... I offered, " how about a $5 buy-in with a 10 cent minimum bet and a 50 cent max ?" .... and decided anything less than that and I was just going to fake a kidney stone and get out of there.
" ok" Roy allowed, " let's get started".
As I looked over a Roy trying to shuffle the bent up cards, I noticed Mrs. Roy staring right at me....when I looked up, her eyes never looked away and she smiled the kind of smile that says.... " I know that if my husband catches you looking at me he's going to feed you to the dog....and I know that if I keep flirting with you that you won't have any choice but to blush.....and I'm not sure what's going to happen but it's really turning me on knowing that there's a fairly good chance that someone might die tonight all due to my hotness"
or something like that.
So as I anted I reassessed the situation. Here I was in some basement that could easily double as the setting for a bad S&M porn video, playing on a old dusty door, with a killer dog attacking this shit out of laundry detergent bottle. All at the same time I have to try and play card while never, ever looking left. Yeah, it was a bit stressful, but how much worse could it really get.
Thats when the string broke.
The rest of the night was trying to play retard poker while the dog batted that bottle from one end of the basement to the other...Occasionally knocking the jug under the table where we'd have to left our legs and at the same time hold the table on the barstools to avoid both losing the table and/or a foot.
Some of the highlights of the card game:
HAND #1 - Roy says, " here's a little game I like to call 7 card stud" like he fucking invented it. He then dealt me 7 cards face down and I realized that, in fact, he did invent it.
" Excuse me" I interrupted hold my 7 cards, " can you please explain the game ?"
" OH WE GOT OURSELVES A NEWBIE !" he taunted me.." The way you play this game is you pick up your seven cards, discard the two you don't want....then we start betting"
" Ohhhhh", i said in surprise, " THAT seven card stud"
xxxxxxx
About every third hand roy would ante by spinning his chip on end. Then we'd have to all sit there awkwardly while the thing spun down and roy giggled madly. After about the 5th time Ron would wait to ante until after Roy and then throw his ante and the spinning chips as an alternative to having someone have to hit the guy with a shovel. Unfortunately all that did was encourage Roy.
xxxxxxx
You know it's a unique situation when the main staples of the game you are playing are Blackjack, Acey-Duecey, and some game i can't remember where if you play...you can never fold. Oh BTW, in this game, if you are in and you run out of money on the table, you have to stay in until you no longer have money money on your person or in your vehicle. Thankfully, in order to keep the game friendly, they did not invoke the "go to the ATM " rule. Remember, this is the same dude wanted to cap things at a $5 buy-in. Obviously I chose this games to make one of my many pee breaks.
xxxxxxx
Two times Roy's wife was against me heads up. The first time he talked her into playing two pair into my trips. The second time he talked her into laying down a flush draw to my top pair. In other words, while he fancied himself a card player he had no idea how to play, meanwhile even though she needed a sheet to tell her " what beats what" she actually had a feel for the game. After the second loss, which meant I scooped a $5 pot, she stopped asking him questions and started asking me. That raised the tension in the room about 1,000,000 degrees.
So finally after getting $15 up...10 cents at a time....and suffering through what amounted to psychological torture, it wasn't the spinning coin that got me. It wasn't the dog, the rickety table, it wasn't the litany of bad jokes, nor was it having a lunatic asking me every time I folded " does your wife play, bawhawhawhawhaw ?".
Nope, what finally got me was the wife dropping a nacho chip onto her skin tight linen pants. She stood up, walk over next to me, grabbed a napkin, licked it and started rubbing the spot on her inner thigh. " Damn ! " she said barely containing a smile as she worked at the stain with vigor, " I hope this doesn't leave a stain on my new pants.". Then she turned around, sticking he ass too close to my face for anyone's comfort and asked, " I didn't sit in anything as well, did I ?"
Ron started petting the dog, I cashed us in and we got the hell out of there.
True my friends, every word.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Psychological torture
I got the call, " The hippies are playing this Friday".
Typically Ron and I are able to pick up a week's lunch money at a game in Lititz, but the last time we got the call that the hippies were playing we had a great time drinking beer, playing poker and meeting some cool people...oh yeah and making a little money, so when I got the call I was definitely IN.
There was one caveat as we got closer to the game, " we're not playing at the commune...We're playing at some dude's house." This was a little bit of a bummer as the commune was part of the draw. Every Friday the 13th these guys get together to play at the commune barn..it's a very cool barn filled with art, and furniture, and sculpture, and other cool stuff that gives you something interesting to look when you're not in a hand. But in any case, it was still poker with some fun guys so Friday came and off we went.
We arrived at the house on time and we're introduced to the owner..Roy. Roy introduced us to the other players:
* Josh....this is the guy who owns the commune. Nice guy, smart, hip. He's a real deal hippie, but he also is practical enough to have a day job and be the guy who owns the commune.
* Vickie.... the most recent of Josh's parade of 19 year old girlfriends. Nice enough girl. Solid card player.
* Roy's wife.... the first thing i noticed when I walked into the modest brick rancher. Hot, young, and dressed to the nines as if she were hosting a dinner party instead of a card game.
* Roy....if a Labrador puppy could turn into a human being, it would be this dude. Tall and gangly with feet and hands even bigger. Perma-grin. Loud and so fucking happy about everything that you want to run away. You get the sense that the dude gets unhappy about once a year, but that every time that happens the police need to get involved. I'll get to the rest of that in a moment.
* The last guy to show up was Bill. We had played with Bill before and I may have written about him previously. Bill is recovering from a head injury he suffered from jumping out of a second story window...TWICE. He and a few friends dropped acid and Bill started wigging out and wanting to take a shower. While in the shower, his friends left. Bill looked out the window and saw them leaving so , wet and naked, he jumped out the window to catch up with them. The resulting impact left him unconscious and the other acid tripping friends ran to the nearest apartment and called the ambulance and police. When the emergency responders showed up, Bill had come to and was sitting on the curb. The sight of of the lights and sound of the sirens freaked him out and he ran into the house. The police followed him into the house, up the stairs, and ran Bill back into the bathroom. Understandably, his only route of escape was back out the window again. The second dive necessitated 6 months in a coma and learning have to speak again. He's a nice enough guy, good ( if slow) card player, but not a big talker. I should also point out that ...rather ironically...that the commune once held a boxing match to raise money for the Green Party's anti-war efforts... Bill fought in the main event against some lightweight golden gloves puerto rican kid from the city. Despite the obvious nature of his injuries and the fact that he had no idea how to box, Bill last 3 rounds and gave the kid a run for his money. So, in short, you don't fuck with Bill.
Then, of course, Ron and I.
But back to the night at hand...
So the make-up wasn't exactly what I expected, but after some introductions and nervous conversations i suggested that we get started.
( coming next.....the basement)
Typically Ron and I are able to pick up a week's lunch money at a game in Lititz, but the last time we got the call that the hippies were playing we had a great time drinking beer, playing poker and meeting some cool people...oh yeah and making a little money, so when I got the call I was definitely IN.
There was one caveat as we got closer to the game, " we're not playing at the commune...We're playing at some dude's house." This was a little bit of a bummer as the commune was part of the draw. Every Friday the 13th these guys get together to play at the commune barn..it's a very cool barn filled with art, and furniture, and sculpture, and other cool stuff that gives you something interesting to look when you're not in a hand. But in any case, it was still poker with some fun guys so Friday came and off we went.
We arrived at the house on time and we're introduced to the owner..Roy. Roy introduced us to the other players:
* Josh....this is the guy who owns the commune. Nice guy, smart, hip. He's a real deal hippie, but he also is practical enough to have a day job and be the guy who owns the commune.
* Vickie.... the most recent of Josh's parade of 19 year old girlfriends. Nice enough girl. Solid card player.
* Roy's wife.... the first thing i noticed when I walked into the modest brick rancher. Hot, young, and dressed to the nines as if she were hosting a dinner party instead of a card game.
* Roy....if a Labrador puppy could turn into a human being, it would be this dude. Tall and gangly with feet and hands even bigger. Perma-grin. Loud and so fucking happy about everything that you want to run away. You get the sense that the dude gets unhappy about once a year, but that every time that happens the police need to get involved. I'll get to the rest of that in a moment.
* The last guy to show up was Bill. We had played with Bill before and I may have written about him previously. Bill is recovering from a head injury he suffered from jumping out of a second story window...TWICE. He and a few friends dropped acid and Bill started wigging out and wanting to take a shower. While in the shower, his friends left. Bill looked out the window and saw them leaving so , wet and naked, he jumped out the window to catch up with them. The resulting impact left him unconscious and the other acid tripping friends ran to the nearest apartment and called the ambulance and police. When the emergency responders showed up, Bill had come to and was sitting on the curb. The sight of of the lights and sound of the sirens freaked him out and he ran into the house. The police followed him into the house, up the stairs, and ran Bill back into the bathroom. Understandably, his only route of escape was back out the window again. The second dive necessitated 6 months in a coma and learning have to speak again. He's a nice enough guy, good ( if slow) card player, but not a big talker. I should also point out that ...rather ironically...that the commune once held a boxing match to raise money for the Green Party's anti-war efforts... Bill fought in the main event against some lightweight golden gloves puerto rican kid from the city. Despite the obvious nature of his injuries and the fact that he had no idea how to box, Bill last 3 rounds and gave the kid a run for his money. So, in short, you don't fuck with Bill.
Then, of course, Ron and I.
But back to the night at hand...
So the make-up wasn't exactly what I expected, but after some introductions and nervous conversations i suggested that we get started.
( coming next.....the basement)
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Do the Beatles suck ?
Someone suggested to me that the Beatles suck.
I was shocked and started to argue the position but then couldn't come up with three songs that are really that good. In fact, I can't think of three songs that i wouldn't immediately turn off of the radio.
Can that be true ? Think about it for a sec. Are the assumed all time king somehow a ruse ?
Penny Lane - sucks
Yellow Submarine - sucks
All You Need is Love - all you need is a barf bag
I Want To Hold Your Hand - perhaps...but how long would you sit through a Lone Ranger rerun before you got bored...same thing really.
Seriously, someone help me out here...tell me it can't be true.
I was shocked and started to argue the position but then couldn't come up with three songs that are really that good. In fact, I can't think of three songs that i wouldn't immediately turn off of the radio.
Can that be true ? Think about it for a sec. Are the assumed all time king somehow a ruse ?
Penny Lane - sucks
Yellow Submarine - sucks
All You Need is Love - all you need is a barf bag
I Want To Hold Your Hand - perhaps...but how long would you sit through a Lone Ranger rerun before you got bored...same thing really.
Seriously, someone help me out here...tell me it can't be true.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
vongo
I've touted the benefits of musicmatch jukebox as well as the benefits of MovieLink. Starz entertainment has brought together the best of both worlds with the launch of Vongo.
For $9.99 a month you have unlimited access to Stazs full catalog of movies on up to three computers.
It is in beta mode and there are things that they need to work on but the concept is great and the interface is functional. I joined last night and already downloaded 3 movies....all legal. The service also includes live access to the starz network.
The movie selection is fair. The have a decent number of movies, but most are second rate films. I did find some nuggest in Kill Bill Vol. 1 and 2 as well as some decent live concerts. This thing is great for kids programming.
I give Vongo a solid B and suggest you give it a try.
For $9.99 a month you have unlimited access to Stazs full catalog of movies on up to three computers.
It is in beta mode and there are things that they need to work on but the concept is great and the interface is functional. I joined last night and already downloaded 3 movies....all legal. The service also includes live access to the starz network.
The movie selection is fair. The have a decent number of movies, but most are second rate films. I did find some nuggest in Kill Bill Vol. 1 and 2 as well as some decent live concerts. This thing is great for kids programming.
I give Vongo a solid B and suggest you give it a try.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Friday, January 13, 2006
I wont go as far as to say that I have an allergy to alcohol, but I can't remember the last time a Manhatten was good to me. Bourbon..... whiskey....doesn't matter, the result is all the same.
Maybe I have a problem with cherries.
Last night I stopped for a couple of cocktails with some buddies and got "the call". "The kids are sick, I'm sick, can you come home ?" I NEVER get that call, so I suspect it had to be quite a situation and I was right. ( do NOT click on that link)
So I'm sitting here like Hawkeye Pierce working the triage unit. I have bodies everywhere and it looks like we're running out of buckets. Thank goodness for coffee and sportscenter.
In the meantime, here's a little something to brighten up your day.
Maybe I have a problem with cherries.
Last night I stopped for a couple of cocktails with some buddies and got "the call". "The kids are sick, I'm sick, can you come home ?" I NEVER get that call, so I suspect it had to be quite a situation and I was right. ( do NOT click on that link)
So I'm sitting here like Hawkeye Pierce working the triage unit. I have bodies everywhere and it looks like we're running out of buckets. Thank goodness for coffee and sportscenter.
In the meantime, here's a little something to brighten up your day.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
so sue me
This floats around the internet once in a while. I don't know if it's real or phony. What I do know is that it's good freakin advice. Call me sexist, call me old fashion...whatever. The truth of the matter is that if women did this stuff, their husbands would be happier. And I'm telling you right now a happier husband is a more cooperative, calmer, mopre patient being. If you want the man of your dreams, do this stuff and you'll be surprised....this advice is FOR you, NOT against you.
OK, I could do without #9, but the rest of it is spot on. I might replace #9 with " Give him sex or a BJ without him having to beg or write it in a dayplanner", but that's a topic for another day.
Doing all this would require about 30 minutes of attention. But that's a hell of a lot less time then all the shit that Cosmo advises you to do...and this shit works.
And for the record, there's no way in hell I'd ever show this to my wife. She'd cut off my balls.
Anyway:
The following is from a 1950's home economics textbook intended for high school girls, teaching them how to prepare for married life:
1. Have dinner ready: Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal - on time. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him, and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospects of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed.
2. Prepare yourself: Take 15 minutes to rest so you will be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a lift.
3. Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives, gathering up school books, toys, paper, etc. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift, too.
4. Prepare the children: Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces if they are small, comb their hair, and if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part.
5. Minimize the noise: At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of washer, dryer, dishwasher or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet. Be happy to see him. Greet him with a warm smile and be glad to see him.
6. Some Don'ts: Don't greet him with problems or complaints. Don't complain if he's late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with what he might have gone through that day.
7. Make him comfortable: Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest he lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice. Allow him to relax and unwind.
8. Listen to him: You may have a dozen things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first.
9. Make the evening his: Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or to other places of entertainment; instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure, his need to be home and relax.
10. The goal: Try to make your home a place of peace and order where your husband can relax.
OK, I could do without #9, but the rest of it is spot on. I might replace #9 with " Give him sex or a BJ without him having to beg or write it in a dayplanner", but that's a topic for another day.
Doing all this would require about 30 minutes of attention. But that's a hell of a lot less time then all the shit that Cosmo advises you to do...and this shit works.
And for the record, there's no way in hell I'd ever show this to my wife. She'd cut off my balls.
Anyway:
The following is from a 1950's home economics textbook intended for high school girls, teaching them how to prepare for married life:
1. Have dinner ready: Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal - on time. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him, and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospects of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed.
2. Prepare yourself: Take 15 minutes to rest so you will be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a lift.
3. Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives, gathering up school books, toys, paper, etc. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift, too.
4. Prepare the children: Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces if they are small, comb their hair, and if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part.
5. Minimize the noise: At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of washer, dryer, dishwasher or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet. Be happy to see him. Greet him with a warm smile and be glad to see him.
6. Some Don'ts: Don't greet him with problems or complaints. Don't complain if he's late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with what he might have gone through that day.
7. Make him comfortable: Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest he lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice. Allow him to relax and unwind.
8. Listen to him: You may have a dozen things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first.
9. Make the evening his: Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or to other places of entertainment; instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure, his need to be home and relax.
10. The goal: Try to make your home a place of peace and order where your husband can relax.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Here come the judge
Goddamn I wish we could get a new Supreme Court Justice every month.
There's nothing more entertaining than a bunch of retarded Senators asked questions that they don't even understand to a guy who's entire life has been about being smarter than everyone else on the planet.
It's the intellectual version of the Harlem Globetrotters playing the Washington Generals.
I don't know if it will make the news, but there was an exchange that I found very interesting.
( we interrupt this rant to inform you that Son of a Preacher Man is now on. Please add it to your list of top 100 songs of all time. Thank you. )
So Orin Hatch or some other douche is asking Alito about his affiliation with some fraternity back in Princeton. While Alito was as Princeton, they must have gone from an all male institution to a co-ed facility. This organization, among other things, was opposed to the intengration so they're trying to imply that Alito is a sexist by association. Much to do about nothing.
So in refuting this Alito says that when the intergration occurred he appreciated " the benefits of Princeton becoming a co-ed institution" and he meant that in the most altruistic was and said is sincere and without a smirk.
Well the same senators who are accusing him of being a sexist start fucking LAUGHING at the statement. Their first thought is that the "benefit of a co-ed institution" is having sex with co-eds.
WHO'S THE MISOGYNIST ?
Fucking hypocrites.
There's nothing more entertaining than a bunch of retarded Senators asked questions that they don't even understand to a guy who's entire life has been about being smarter than everyone else on the planet.
It's the intellectual version of the Harlem Globetrotters playing the Washington Generals.
I don't know if it will make the news, but there was an exchange that I found very interesting.
( we interrupt this rant to inform you that Son of a Preacher Man is now on. Please add it to your list of top 100 songs of all time. Thank you. )
So Orin Hatch or some other douche is asking Alito about his affiliation with some fraternity back in Princeton. While Alito was as Princeton, they must have gone from an all male institution to a co-ed facility. This organization, among other things, was opposed to the intengration so they're trying to imply that Alito is a sexist by association. Much to do about nothing.
So in refuting this Alito says that when the intergration occurred he appreciated " the benefits of Princeton becoming a co-ed institution" and he meant that in the most altruistic was and said is sincere and without a smirk.
Well the same senators who are accusing him of being a sexist start fucking LAUGHING at the statement. Their first thought is that the "benefit of a co-ed institution" is having sex with co-eds.
WHO'S THE MISOGYNIST ?
Fucking hypocrites.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Ray Nagen
Ray BEFORE Katrina.
Ray AFTER Katrina
I just want to know....when all that looting was going down, who was supposed to be keeping an eye on the Armani shop in the French Quarter ?
Ray AFTER Katrina
I just want to know....when all that looting was going down, who was supposed to be keeping an eye on the Armani shop in the French Quarter ?
in a photo finish
Those of you who had Lou Rawls just edged out those with Sharon.
Meanwhile, Abe Vigoda just keeps on ticking.
http://www.abevigoda.com/
Go Fish !
Meanwhile, Abe Vigoda just keeps on ticking.
http://www.abevigoda.com/
Go Fish !
Thursday, January 05, 2006
reality tv
I'm going to make audition tapes for the Apprentice and for Survivor. Should anyone have any suggestions on what might catch the producer's eye, please forward them to me.
The best thing I've come up with so far is to fake being a gay deaf mute.
Also, poker at my house the second and fourth Saturdays of the month. If you're interested in playing, email me.
The best thing I've come up with so far is to fake being a gay deaf mute.
Also, poker at my house the second and fourth Saturdays of the month. If you're interested in playing, email me.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Dear Salespeople
Dear Salespeople,
Please do not ask me how I'm doing. It comes across exactly how it's intended...hollow and disingenuous.
BTW, yes I _DO_ understand that you're not asking me to buy anything and you just are calling to give me shit for free...I understand very well.
Thanks.
So I heard "Fire" by Hendrix the other day and it occurred to me that Jimmy was a con man. Some how he convinced the drummer and the base player that Fire was written specifically for the drums and specifically for the base. Then he got both of those guys to play the song with a complete disregard for the rest of the band. What we end up with is three guys absolutely committed to the effort and an incredible song.
I bought a cheap webcam over the weekend and I've been running it through the MSN messenger. It's amazingly clear and simple to use. The days of the video phone are here.
Please do not ask me how I'm doing. It comes across exactly how it's intended...hollow and disingenuous.
BTW, yes I _DO_ understand that you're not asking me to buy anything and you just are calling to give me shit for free...I understand very well.
Thanks.
So I heard "Fire" by Hendrix the other day and it occurred to me that Jimmy was a con man. Some how he convinced the drummer and the base player that Fire was written specifically for the drums and specifically for the base. Then he got both of those guys to play the song with a complete disregard for the rest of the band. What we end up with is three guys absolutely committed to the effort and an incredible song.
I bought a cheap webcam over the weekend and I've been running it through the MSN messenger. It's amazingly clear and simple to use. The days of the video phone are here.
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