This is my afternoon

[Bidin~Time]

Which makes my weekend entertainment options kinda odd.

It's too late to go to the movies or out to dinner and I haven't been to a bar in over a decade, so I'm sittin here watching the steelers try and salvage a win. conversely, I am sittin here watching the Bengals try and hold on to the win.

 

[pensivepoet]

Well, sorry. The Bengals decided they didn't want to win.
And I took your place at the bar.
It's all good.

 

[Bidin~Time]

Well, sorry. The Bengals decided they didn't want to win.
And I took your place at the bar.
It's all good.

What I know about the rules of football would maybe fill a thimble, so I was watching because I was too lazy to look for anything else.

I'm glad the bar isn't hurting for patrons, I hope you enjoy my old spot.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

Solitaire and a handle of Jim Beam works.

 

[Bidin~Time]

Solitaire and a handle of Jim Beam works.

Can I substitute for wine and mah jong?

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

Can I substitute for wine and mah jong?

Or Moët and one man Mumblety-peg.

 

[Bidin~Time]

Or Moët and one man Mumblety-peg.

Or I could sit here another 30 minutes or so and read through the night's shenanigans...

 

[pensivepoet]

Or I could sit here another 30 minutes or so and read through the night's shenanigans...

Go to sleep.
It'll all be here tomorrow.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

Or I could sit here another 30 minutes or so and read through the night's shenanigans...

Comb thru the obituaries and mock the people you out lived....

 

[Aella_]

The main things that go through my mind whenever (and If) I watch football are:
Boy, those shorts are really clingy,
and: Do shorter legs help to hit the ball? ( more flexible and closer to the ground). Or are longer legs better?

 

[Sinny]

Which makes my weekend entertainment options kinda odd.

It's too late to go to the movies or out to dinner and I haven't been to a bar in over a decade, so I'm sittin here watching the steelers try and salvage a win. conversely, I am sittin here watching the Bengals try and hold on to the win.

There has got to be a meme out there already about that guy doing all the head butting. That was awful. It was like watching a toddler throw a tantrum and the parents were like, fuck it, let him cry it out and stomp on the floor. He'll settle down eventually. Except he didn't. Man.

As for your "afternoon" activity, how about grocery shopping? Stores are open 24 hours everywhere and less busy at night. That is when I do my shopping when I can spare the time at night. Night crew grocery store workers are always interesting to talk to.

 

[Ishmael]

There has got to be a meme out there already about that guy doing all the head butting. That was awful. It was like watching a toddler throw a tantrum and the parents were like, fuck it, let him cry it out and stomp on the floor. He'll settle down eventually. Except he didn't. Man.

As for your "afternoon" activity, how about grocery shopping? Stores are open 24 hours everywhere and less busy at night. That is when I do my shopping when I can spare the time at night. Night crew grocery store workers are always interesting to talk to.

My mother had a tried and true method. She calmly walked to the refrigerator, took the pitcher of water out, and poured it on my brothers head........slowly. Two doses of that..........no more tantrums.

Ishmael

 

[Sinny]

My mother had a tried and true method. She calmly walked to the refrigerator, took the pitcher of water out, and poured it on my brothers head........slowly. Two doses of that..........no more tantrums.

Ishmael

My mom had an effective method, too. It was called smacking me on the butt.

 

[Ishmael]

My mom had an effective method, too. It was called smacking me on the butt.

CHILD ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ishmael

 

[Sinny]

CHILD ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ishmael

Back then, it was just a regular afternoon. Other true stories from growing up in the late 70s and early 80s:
* mom locked the kids out of the house for being mouthy.
* slapped kids in back seat from front seat for thinking about being mouthy.
* soap, meet mouth.
* no bike helmets.
* bike ramps were minimum four feet tall (see: no helmets).
* absolutely no supervision or checking in during a summer's day. Left at dawn, home at dark. On our bikes. Without helmets. Whatever happened between those hours was between us and the universe.

 

[Ishmael]

Back then, it was just a regular afternoon. Other true stories from growing up in the late 70s and early 80s:
* mom locked the kids out of the house for being mouthy.
* slapped kids in back seat from front seat for thinking about being mouthy.
* soap, meet mouth.
* no bike helmets.
* bike ramps were minimum four feet tall (see: no helmets).
* absolutely no supervision or checking in during a summer's day. Left at dawn, home at dark. On our bikes. Without helmets. Whatever happened between those hours was between us and the universe.

LMAO, my mother tried that on me, well tried is the wrong word, it worked.

I used jalapeno's. You know, food. Didn't work out so well. They all like spicy food now.

Ishmael

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

It's my morning now.



Keep it down, I'm trying to think here...

 

[Bidin~Time]

It's my morning now.



Keep it down, I'm trying to think here...

<rattles pots and pans>

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

As long as you're barefoot and in the kitchen...

 

[Bidin~Time]

As long as you're barefoot and in the kitchen...

thank goodness it's only 2 of 3. I ain't no sarah.

I suppose you want breakfast...

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

No, I want brunch...

 

[Bidin~Time]

No, I want brunch...

You clever devil

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

I think I shall have nachos with my football today.

 

[Bidin~Time]

I think I shall have nachos with my football today.

ok but the dip goes on the side. I hate soggy nachos.

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

I agree!



That's why I use those bowls; you put a tortilla in the special pan, dab a little oil on it for crispness and bake it. Goodness...

Then you can ring the bowl with your chips.