Originally posted by Lexus...so are you guys saying I shouldn't shack up with the 20 year old girl I met recently? I already feel kinda funky being 6 years older, but if she might kill me, sheesh.
If McNair was smart, he'd have used a psuedonym, like Ron Mexico.
Heh. Most 19-20 year old girls are a special brand of crazy, but there are always exceptions. My brother's 20 year old girlfriend is awesome. Just keep an eye out, girls have this sort of "I'm going to move out, then this is going to happen, then this, and my life will be awesome" expectation, and around 19-20 you realize that things aren't going to be that easy, especially in the relationship department. The problems arise when reality does not live up to expectation, and usually the guys bear the brunt of the fallout. Make sure she has realistic expectations of anything you plan to do together and you'll be fine. If she's got the color of the house picked out, and names for three kids and all you're thinking is "man it'd be nice to have someone around and split the rent with," you'll have issues. Usually these issues don't involve being shot in your sleep.
You wanted the best, you got... Out of Context Quote of the Week.
"Mangini might not have had balls, but he DID have soft, supple breasts." (SEADAWG)
Originally posted by jwrestle
Originally posted by Zeruel
Originally posted by TheBucsFan Dave and Busters (whatever that is)
Think Chuck E Cheese, but for adults.
I should probably work there yet putting up with the kids at Chuck E. Cheese is probably better than the drunks, even though most Chuck E. Cheese restaurants serve a two limit beer with there meals, at Dave & Busters.
Chuck E. Cheese, the arcade with robot band, is a violent place. An uninvited kid joined a birthday party. And when the cops showed up, they found a rumble between 40 bloodthirsty parents.
That's what the chain gets for serving beer to parents already trying to cope with brats and arcade machine sound effects for hours on end. Not to mention the 30 minute performance of the Rocka-fire explosion animatronic band, playing on a 30 minute loop. Also, throw in the parental insincts to protect your kid from being sat on by the fat kid in the ball pit, and you've basically tossed a match to the powder keg.
Perhaps the key moral of the story: If you are screwing around on your mistress and she purchases a semi-automatic weapon, don't take a nap. Especially if she was arrested 2 days earlier while you walked away in the clear.
I have no idea what this has to do with anything. In fact, I'm pretty sure I already said this. So your argument is that a playoff, which doesn't always crown the best team, is necessary to crown the best team?