Good point, Jackal. And there I was trying to be sarcastic. Since you’re the grand profiler, what other kinds of behaviors can you predict these cussler-readers to have? I want to sound sophisticated!!
I like my snacks like I like my women…exotic and in a can. Plus, DIBS and I are Elitist White Asshats (or something like that). No Pork Rinds or Cheetos for us.
M4L, I am going to go to that Farmers Market. I am sick of driving to Fairway. If I go, I have to plan it so that I go late, like 20 minutes till closing time because the ride over there is getting to me. Actually, driving around Brooklyn is wearing me out — trying desperately not to kill people, i.e. cyclists and dealing with sub-human behavior of other drivers.
By Butterfly on September 16, 2010 4:33 PM
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Tropicana is cheaper at Whole Foods than most regular grocery stores.
Hogwash wrapped in a poppycock blanket!
*rob*
I’d love to see you on a trading desk, *Rob* cursing someone out like that! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA….
Good point, Jackal. And there I was trying to be sarcastic. Since you’re the grand profiler, what other kinds of behaviors can you predict these cussler-readers to have? I want to sound sophisticated!!
Dona I bet you are an aggressive driver.
“Hogwash wrapped in a poppycock blanket!”
That’s awesome!
“Biff, why can’t you ever eat normal snacks?”
I like my snacks like I like my women…exotic and in a can. Plus, DIBS and I are Elitist White Asshats (or something like that). No Pork Rinds or Cheetos for us.
no wonder you have to pick your teeth, Biff. But next time, just floss in front of the others. Build up your trading room cred.
like orange powdered popcorn?
*rob*
No problem JB. You’ll strike up conversations with all of the middle aged guys at the airport bar who are also reading books by Clive Cussler.
M4L, I am going to go to that Farmers Market. I am sick of driving to Fairway. If I go, I have to plan it so that I go late, like 20 minutes till closing time because the ride over there is getting to me. Actually, driving around Brooklyn is wearing me out — trying desperately not to kill people, i.e. cyclists and dealing with sub-human behavior of other drivers.