stuckincincy

Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma Comedian. Send in the Clouds.

It's a diminutive of poontang. "Poon" was a (rude) word that has disappeared from usage a long time ago. Way back when, it described the nascent stirrings of puberty in young males. Same used to climb poles and pause, but with legs still in action - the rubbing approximating sexual activity, giving a strong sensation. Not quite humping, but sufficiently close. AFAIK, any current usage refers to a woman of unusually easy virtue.

I see that this post isn't about apples. Too bad...I always like a good crop discussion.

She's come a Nun She didn't know what she was headed for And when I found out what she was headed for, It was too late.

Free opinions about any personal problems you care to display on the internet for all the world to see. That's what I got.

I know I know!

You plan on stealing because it's raining outside? If you do, I hope you get caught. Cameras are everywhere these days. Spend a day in the county lockup, and have to return for a court date. And if you don't show, that's an outstanding warrant. You'll find out about that when you attempt to renew your vehicle registration.

True. The majority of govt. workers are decent folk, but they learned long ago that if you want to do something as simple as buying pencils, you have to deal with several pounds of regulatory text, record everything in perpetuity (FOIA), find out which Congressman's direct appropriations must be honored (they change monthly, perhaps daily), check and see it the Section 8 of the fair contract laws are followed, and then see if the exemptions that toss fairness into the ditch so that minority and women fronted outfits get the cash preferentially. So much for equality under the law... Then there are those that walk down a hall and quietly say "Mr. Contractor - you didn't wash my car and cut my lawn last week. You didn't visit me when I was on vacation in Jamaica last month. I guess I'll have to review your payment schedule - there might be irregularities that we need to investigate. Have to watch out for the taxpayer, you know. Just doing my job."

Don't worry. There is nothing too small here that we won't crab about.

In celebration, may I suggest going out and buying a can of that squirt cheese, a bag of greasy chips and one of those big Snickers bars? Don't get me wrong, I'm not being a wiseguy - that's the stuff I buy for draft day.!

Nothing. I was shoving a stick into RayFinkle.

Right. I'm pretty sure that the managers of T.O. Enterprises LLC or whatever its' DBA is, understands that the occasional pro bono appearance promotes the brand and lends a certain air of gosh-darn wholesomeness to the image.

Walnuts is guilty as charged, convicted, and duly hung.

Didn't she get her bones and head smashed into pieces in a couple of serious car crashes? Maybe she's on Ritalin same as America's school kids.

I've a 10 year-old one. That's all I use it for. It has a downward slope for draining off grease (somebody evaluated that less-grease claim sometime back - for burgers, it was negligible at best). I prop up the front of it so the sandwich doesn't slide off.

Aphasia?

Stop ticking off the few remaining friends you have.

Has he cashed the check yet?

Why does a clock strike noon and midnight? What did they do to deserve this treatment?

If a woman said something in a forest, and there wasn't a man around to have to listen to it, did she actually say something?

I heard they use the Bunny Hop as a team-building exercise.

You put your right hand in, You put your right hand out; You put your right hand in, And you shake it all about. You do the Hokey-Pokey, And you turn yourself around. That's what it's all about! Is it true that the Hokey-Pokey IS what it's all about, after all?

I like their fries and their double cheeseburger. My wife likes their onion rings. So we visit one, once a year, to see if anything has changed. Is it filthy? Check. Are the employees still breathing through their mouths? Check. Will the order be messed up? Check. They never disappoint...

I'll speak for many, because I worked in it for 4 years. Civil service. It was maddening. Nobody would think of lifting a finger to economize; the worry was how to concoct a spiel to get funding for the next budget, and being concerned about accomplishing anything was only voiced by some powerless saps. They got trotted out from time to time for window dressing purposes, then were shoved back into their box until next year's begging. If you are a sadist at heart, government work is the place to be. As long as you know the laws, you can belittle, harass, mess with - anything goes. Because almost nobody quits - it's about marking time until retirement. ObamaCare - the folks deciding whether you get treatment, live or die - eh, we will have our funding reduced if we allow too much. Oops, gotta go to lunch. We'll have a meeting later.

You had a deprived childhood. As in somebody didn't care for you enough to whack you unconscious with a baseball bat or some such during your formative years, to teach you that there are considerable numbers of people that are Class A dicks, they will always be Class A dicks and you shouldn't now be tripping down the lane tossing flower petals, saying "Everybody"...