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lech – Just learning new habits for move to the ‘burbs. You’ll be able to converse w/neighbors.
“would’ve guess it was the cable or telephone or con ed person”
No, this was way more important than that.
Donatella, I still get referenced as “chinito”
Today I have learned a great deal from reading the OT:
quote: Charleton Heston was not a good NRA prez. He’s just an actor. The NRA is…an active lobbying body with an important mission, much too important to leave to an actor. When my grandfather was prez of the NRA he knew how to do the job a lot better than that Heston guy.
Okay, this is controversial, but I vote for grandpas and circus performers. 🙂
“Legion, in that spirit, can you enlighten me on the use of the word Mami in non-mother situations, i.e. the parking lot attendant calling me Mami. Or the lady in the Comida Latina restaurant calling me Mamita??”
donatella,
as far as I can tell, the use of “mami” or “papi” as a familiar appellation is a rather recent development. I don’t recall hearing people referring to each other in these terms except in the last 15-20 years. Of course it was common within familial situations forever but today its basically the equivalent of “honey” or “dear” with the implied gender. It has a bit more of an endearing quality to it than those English terms though which are often used sarcastically or with an emphasis on snark.
No, Arkady, no one we all know. Or I would track them down and punch them in the nose!!
“No, Cobble, we graduated to how to properly discuss having one’s balls sucked in Spanish.
I love the OT. I learn something new every day. :-)”
LMFAO. I love when donatella posts things like this.
“But being a flake isn’t a good excuse.”
Especially when you are COSTING SOMEONE MONEY!!!!!!
F*CKING HELL!!!
CONFESSION
I was completely jacked up on waaaay too much coffee when I got done with work at about 1 am last night, and when the car was taking me home down 8th Ave I had the driver let me off at Johnny Mack’s (two blocks from my house) so I could have a nightcap and wind down before going to bed, and the television was on, and, and…. and I watched it… [sniff] and…. and it was a show called It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia… and [hiding eyes in shame] I thought it was funny and I laughed at it.