Fool me once, shame on you ...

Funny stuff there, beer boy. Today at the Subway inside the gas station in Clam Town I told the girl to put more mustard on my sandwich. More, I said. You can keep going till I say stop, I say. So Sweet Sassy Molassy takes matters into her own hands and squirts half the fucking bottle onto the sandwich — a river of mustard drowned whatever condiments she'd loaded into the bread. She looked at me with that punk-ass smirk and asked, "Is that enough mustard?" and I looked at her and smiled and said, "Not really, but let's stop there anyway, sweet pea." She squirted one more squirt.

 

hehe.


That must be a second job for the lady at the CVS pharmacy here. I put my card in wrong. Then I saw the little picture showing how to insert the thing. When I mentioned it, she rolled her eyes and said, "Ya, that's why they have it on there."

A thousand replies went through my head, but I just bit my lip.

 

I would've probably said something, so more power to you, Heine.

 

Well, I would have said something yesterday. I've just turned over a new leaf. It's a long story.

 

By all means, share with us, your loving family.

FWIW, I've tried phasing hate out of my life.

 

Drop this cougar like a hot rock, Calvin. She's fucking your brains out and you can't see past that, right now.

You can pull hot women 18-35, provably, demonstratably hot.

 

Short and annoying?
Lupica's coming to SportsJournalists.com for advice about his love life?
I never saw that one coming.

 

Love is where you find. Lust is where you want it. It's a big difference between the two. Thinking first can save a lot of time and pain and anguish and above all, disappointment.