That sounds like a story in and of itself.

Find her again and make her watch the new smurf movie coming out.


(Not really)

Can't remember if I've told this one here or not, but at my old job there used to be a receptionist that was more than a little pretty. Both my friend and I that worked there got along with her really well and we always kind of flirted and joked with her. One day when it was just the three of us there we had her make a phone call to TAT's apartment and do everything she could to get him "Worked Up."

She kept him on the phone for probably about 5-10 minutes just being as much of a tease and a flirt as she could while my friend and I were crying laughing so hard and trying not to blow our cover. She refused to give her name or where she was calling from. At the time Theavengerthor wasn't living in Indiana and was still living in our hometown. I went over to his apartment after work and asked him if he got any interesting calls that evening. He was soooooooo pissed! (but he couldn't argue that it was a good one!)

Agreed on both fronts. Evidently he's yet to be in trouble with the law. That's why I only see at the comic book shop.

Thankfully, you don't shop in the same grocery section.

"The weed of criminal insanity bears strange -- if not bitter -- fruit."

...Thus spake Lamont Levinsky, owner and operator of Levinsky's Fruit & Vegetables.

Wow, how is it I forget these things? Crazy.

In high school, my friends and I loved to TP houses. On one particular evening, we were going out, but one of our group couldn't join us. So of course he became target #1 for the night. Besides the expert level toilet papering we gave his house, we wrapped his entire front porch (an open concrete slab porch with wrought iron posts supporting the awning) in duct tape. I mean we fully encased the porch in the stuff. It was obviously not difficult to remove, but I can only imagine the level of surprise his parents had that morning when they went to leave the house only to find themselves behind a duct tape force field.

Not sure if it's the best prank, but a good prank needs only two words...

Upper Decker

I'm not a pranker.

He'a a lamo

Is that like a feminine limo?

Nice hat! How about them Bolts?!?

We shall see bout them Bolts tonight.

The Chicago/Vancouver game last night was freakin' intense.

Not intense enough to keep me from going to sleep.

And you've probably got nothing to worry about tonight. The Pens have been awesome at home this year.

Never cared much for them, either, after seeing some that backfired and others that went terribly wrong.

So thanks, Suga, for saving me from feeling alone.

Holy Crow, that it was!

But as an Islanders fan (yup, there's still a few of us left), it was painful to watch the post-game interview with Luongo --- living proof of the Madness of Milbury.

Here is a find I cannot comment on. I just say watch it.