The ambiguity makes it a tastier morsel to read and digest

He likes big butts and he cannot lie!

That polygraph can't deny...

Liar, liar, pants on fire!

phantalien masterbatien

I like the tag, "norym reads tags"

Hmmmm....since Spike seems to be back, may the "just miss spike" tag should be removed, and "just miss virility" put in its place.

I've been working my butt off on the house/garage/back deck projects that I'd lined up for the summer.

I picked a lighter green to lighten up the very dark back deck, and realized it was pretty intense early on. But with 2 gallons of premium exterior patio and deck paint to use, I said #### it, maybe it will dry duller and deeper. Nope.
It looks fricking horrible. Like a clown car green. Like the green of an HR Puffenstuff fake yard or something. I have an entire coat on the deck & steps, and on most of the railings and spindles. My wife saw it and thought I was playing some sort of joke on her. All parental units that've seen it hated it also.

Just so its not a total loss, the deck really did need a couple coats of paint, so I just happened to use a hideous (and expensive) primer coat. That's my story from here on out.

Post a pic of it! Gotta see it then we can make up names for the deck.

BudPalmer got back?

Are you on my Facebook? I've been tempted to post a pic of it there, just as an exercise in virtual self-flagellation. But I did take a picture of it for posterity's sake.

Spike's "blow yer face off" thread has been ridiculously funny, and is like an LPC reunion tour. IF you're one of like 2 people that hasn't seen it, go forth and browse.

I am not on facebook at all

At 12:42 ET. I can honest tell July 2017 to go f'itself. This has been a brutal month.

To make a long story short, my core family consists of six boys and one girl. These are me and my two brothers, and my four cousins (three boys and a girl). These are the four children of my mother's sister. Those four are the oldest, then my two brothers, then me. At various points in our lives we have all lived together when the calamity struck the families. The age spread between the oldest boy, George, and me (the youngest) is 22 years. Between me and my next oldest brother is a 12 year gap. So I am basically the baby of the family.

As of last week, those three oldest boys: George, Bobby, and Chris have now all passed. Chris died a few years ago.We lost George in February. It was unexpected. He died of a heart attack while driving home from work on a Friday evening. His children are in there 30s and I am close with them. So I was involved in dealing with some of the family matters.

My cousin Bobby passed late last Saturday and his funeral was this Saturday past. He was one of the people I most loved on this planet. 18 years older than me, he was like a big brother. His daughter, Jen, is three years younger than me and she is like my kid sister. We in fact have the closest bond between the two extended families as she lived with me when we were little. So her dad, Bobby, is biologically my cousin, like a brother to me in some ways and like a father as well as Jen's father.

He went in for a routine stress test late June. Was never released and they performed an emergency bypass surgery that due to him having Charcot-Marie-Tooth Disease, ended up with him getting worse and worse throughout July.

I talked with Jen daily during his hospital stay. But his condition slipped quickly and I got a frantic text from Jen between Round 1 & Round 2 of our Saturday game on June 22nd. Bobby was slipping and decisions had to be made. He died peacefully that night.

This Saturday was the funeral that I had to speak at. We had a Friday night game and thankfully one of my players knew how broken I was, and he was able to keep things moving and clear the room quickly so I could get home to practice my part.

Throughout this month, my mother who has Parkinson's, took the news of losing her nephew Bobby terribly. We lost George in February and Bobby, who was the nicest of us, was too much to bear. So all this week while running games, working, managing a hellish commute, I had to deal with my mom's degenerating condition. There were six boys. Three were her sister's and three were hers. All three of her sisters boys have now passed (two within 5 months) and my mom now feels her three boys are all next.

With George and Bobby's death, I have become the most responsible male of my family and they need me to sort out the finances and insurance. I literally have broken down hourly for the past week. Driving in the car. Sitting in traffic. Quiet moments on the sofa. I hide my grief from my family. Bobby was on Facebook. I still see his posts. I see his photos. Facebook tells me he liked certain pages. I am not yet equipped to handle grieving in the age of social media.

So #### July. It tried to take everything from us. #### July and its miserable 744 hours.

So you think the bright green is okay, then?