Discussion in 'General Chat' started by Bergdorf Goodwill, Feb 7, 2007.
lawlz. your wife layed down the LAW.
Kinda, she might be doing the fucked up female logic thing: being a bitch one min, then make a heartfelt phonecall, and maybe some flowers with a note to said adoption person.
its how many females respond to grand gestures like that.
the best part is if I even hint at my wife making this play, she'll bite my head off and claim I'm a huge asshole for even thinking that.
I hear ya.
wimmenz be crazy yo. fa sho.
While this is annoying I have found the ultimate ploy to thwart it. Hit the brakes and get in behind them.
I heard about a greyhound adoption agency that won't adopt out their dogs to anyone that doesn't already own a greyhound. How the hell is anyone ever supposed to get one if everybody did that? I mean, I vaguely understand the logic of these dog-crazies, they don't want to place a dog with a family that ends up giving it back, but you need to take some level of risk or you're hurting your own cause. Being sanctimonious and having absurd standards is shooting themselves in the foot, making people who really want to adopt go to breeders is just stupid.
Among other stupid demands from adoption agencies:
We want to have someone who stays home with the dog all the time.
Your kids were exhibiting dominance by waving a stick at the dog during the test play time and we're worried it might have been threatened so no dog for you.
A dialogue with my cat:
Genevieve: Looks like you scraped the cheese off your pizza again why'd you do such a thing as that?
Me: Because I can't digest dairy well. My stomach becomes upset if I eat it.
Genevieve: That's funny I can't digest dairy either ain't make no difference to me I just drag that cheese from out of the garbage and eat it up irregardless.
Me: That's going to cause you to have a stomach ache. You shouldn't do that.
Genevieve: Naw man ain't no problem I feel bad for a spell but then I just poop that dairy out right onto the floor and I feel like a million bucks again.
Me: Oh, ok.
See people? How can you not fill with happiness and wonder when reading this?
By being me. Last time I felt happiness and wonder at the same time was the first time I saw boobs after puberty. Happiness was overrated and wonder seems protestant.
Though that orange E Marinella scarf on eBay this morning got pretty close.
the lethal ones are as bad, I would think
I really think that L'Incandescent actually lives in a Wes Anderson movie.
Who's Wes Anderson?
^ quirky film director...
Offer them a mint, maybe they'll get the message.
Lol! That's what I ended up doing. They took off / kept speeding (of course).
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