OT: Who gets the last word?

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remington69 said:
When will people realize that the internet isn't as anonymous as they think?
Very true. I try to tell my friends this all the time, but they never listen. Never post anything, even in joking, that could come back to haunt you later!
 
We did run out of candy like I thought we would but it took a lot longer to happen. My husband ran out just as I was walking up with the kids. A lot of the cool people on the block behind us moved away, so there were less kids, and a lot less houses giving out candy, but my kids are still young enough that they're about the fun of it, not the greedy little shits who want the most possible (I know that's coming in a few years).

All the Spongebob costumes are retarded. We got one two or three years ago and I see they're selling the same ones right now. All the superheroes got updated with the "muscles", why is Spongebob being ignored?
 
remington69 said:
We didn't get a single trick or treater, which I figured. Kids don't want to bother buzzing every unit to get in. Plus, if they were smart, they'd go to the really, really rich suburb next door and score some good candy.
I didn't have any either. Last year I had 1 trick-or-treater, this year none.

It's page 666 for me too!:danceboy:
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Let me tell you about dinner tonight. We went to this Greek place that my husband is in love with. He got the gyro deluxe whatever-the-fuck thing he always gets. I, on the other hand, get the gyro meat with sauteed onions and cheese on a roll, with that fucked up white sauce (why does it have to come out so COLD??) on the side. The damn place ran out of rolls so I got it on a pita, which I didn't want. Then, I get like halfway through it and find this little piece of metal in it. It looked like a coil off a Brillo pad. So I showed it to who I think was the manager, and he apologized and offered to get me another plate, but it had already killed my appetite. He said something about it coming off the pan, or something, but I really got the feeling he's seen it before. He kept apologizing and offered some baklava, which neither of us wanted. Now if he'd have offered up some cheesecake, I'd have been all over it. He didn't charge for my dinner or the appetizer, so at least he made good on it, but I still walked away somewhat hungry (although not for Greek food).

So as I'm sitting there waiting for the kids to finish so we can leave, I tell my husband that I don't want to think about a Brillo pad being in my dinner. To which he replied, "At least it wasn't a maxi pad". Yeah, I married a smartass.
 
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