I'm Bado. I'll be your host. You can also find me on Twitter as I almost hurt myself laughing just now
I’m not embellishing. This is 100% true, from 10 minutes ago.
My wife and I were shooting pool. When we do this, our dog loves to watch. Sometimes he stands at the table and his eyes peer up over the rails, then he runs around the table chasing the balls. Sometimes he stands on the couch next to the table, and enjoys having a really high vantage point and watching all of the action.
Just now Harley was doing the later. As he stood on the couch, I took my turn and missed my shot. Now it was Sandy’s turn. Sandy, in all her blonde-ness, says “Do you think he understands that we take turns shooting?”
I started laughing. Hard. Then I started in with the smartass comments, and started laughing really hard. Stuff like:
“Nope. He seems to be clear on the whole ‘put the cue ball behind the line and shoot at a ball further down the table whenever your opponent scratches’ thing, but somehow the concept of stripes vs. solids still has him perplexed”
and on and on like that. For a few minutes. She was laughing and telling me to shut up, and I was hunched over in the middle of the room, tears pouring down my face, and the comments kept on coming.
Then I started in with “dog voice” as if I were Harley, with stuff like “Ok, so this English thing. You use the dot inlays on the rails to…. what? I don’t get the math behind it…”
I haven’t laughed that hard in a while.
The internet is an amazing thing. I don’t even know what to say. I woke up to this this morning, and I still can not effectively put into words how this has made me and my family feel. I will start with thank you. Thank you so very much. We are unbelievably touched by every single person’s continuing love, support, and generosity, and every last bit will help us out tremendously. With everything that I am, thank you so much.
Hard Rock Cafe
Whenever we’ve gone there, it’s been for the atmosphere and to see the cool memorabilia they have around.
They’re food, for the most part, completey sucks (though to it’s credit, not anywhere near as bad as the shit they serve at Planet Hollywood). But… if you ever are there, order the Tupelo Chicken Fingers from the appetizer menu. Awesome.
I haven’t had them in years, but today when my coworker and I drove past the old location of the Phoenix HRC and saw the building was torn down, I remembered the Tupelos and got a huge craving for them. I’m not about to head down to the other location for them though.
Yearbook quotes, FOR THE NGUYEN!
(If you can’t read it “We know - what - you’re - thinking - and - no, - we’re - not related”)
Is “1 minute” a universal time?
Because the 1 minute before your alarm clock goes off, sure feels a fuck ton faster than the 1 minute that you’re sitting at the red light at the entrance to your neighborhood when you have to pee so badly that you can practically feel it rising up your throat
