A little bathroom humor from 2008, for a Friday morning. This is why I like 100% cotton tees.
Throwing in the Towel
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182 responses to “Throwing in the Towel”
I hear all three terms, I think. Haven’t been East in ages. NJ used to require, I think, that all be real service stations, as described above, or maybe that was just for the franchised stations on the turnpikes. Don’t know what it’s like now.
About Ghost’s blonde and his response. I find stiletto heels a turnoff, and am more attracted to smaller cup sizes than he. Height doesn’t matter, nor hair color, nor car, nor age per se. Obesity a turnoff, sad if it cannot be helped.
Is she for hire? One night stand: another turnoff, and I’ve been approached by many. ‘Like some company?’ Polite ‘No, thank you,’ often w/ internal feelings of sadness/pity.
Long term? ‘Ma’am, I’m 87, but thanks.’
General response [M or F], especially when I’m in uniform at SHB, ‘Morning’, ‘Hello’, nod / smile, wave, occasional predictable hugs. I do ok.
I grew up hearing hearing petroleum distillate emporiums called “filling stations”, but I haven’t heard that term in years.
Mostly, they now seem to be called “convenience stores”. Or, depending on your location, “Stop-and-Rob” stores.
Or, on the Interstates, “Travel Service Centers”. I suppose that’s supposed to sound more sophisticated than “truck stop”.
I received a notice in the mail that I am apparently included as a class member in a class action suit that alleges the following: “The Named Plaintiff in this case alleges that model year 2011-2015 Ford Explorers are defectively designed and manufactured so that Exhaust Odor may enter the passenger compartment of these vehicles when they are driven at wide open throttle and with the internal ventilation on recirculate.”
Wait, what? Really? “… when they are driven at wide open throttle…”? Perhaps one should not routinely drive them at wide open throttle.
Reminds me of a Henny Youngman joke…
Patient: “Doc, it hurts when I move my arm like this.”
Doctor: “Don’t move your arm like that.”
For Debbe or others concerned about missing Villagers. Miss Charlotte is fine, posting on Facebook, as is Mindy from Indy. Just checked both for you five minutes ago.
Lull in laundry but going back to check dryer status. Down to some rugs, a blanket, a comforter and a bed spread. Lots and lots of pillows and .
Mattress covers. Ugh!
Debbe is fine, talked to her yesterday. More computer problems.
Watching Giada and two of her moderately hot girlfriends feasting on fresh asparagus spears she prepared. Finding that strangely exciting.
In a related matter, my next rock band will be “Giada and the Ta-Tas”.
“Gas station” from childhood to the present, and in 9 different locations across eastern half of the US [& all of Canada, during visits].
The MBH just received a recall notice from Mazda; something about possible salt water corrosion in a part of the support device for the hatchback. Not much salt water has been noted hereabouts, but we’ll get the replacement anyway.
“Hi!” to Charlotte/NH and Mindy/Indy….
Gas station person here. I recall the time my car was good for 7MPG and gasoline sold for 18¢ per gallon. Rent was $80 per month. Hamburger sold 3 pounds for $1 and beer was the same $1 a pitcher.
In Alabama, gas station or filling station. Service station was what I read about.
The reason you found Giada exciting was she was probably sucking down those long asparagus Spears one by one using her fingers to put in that overly large mouth.
Jean’s comment about a “dispenser” on restroom walls made me think of the ones (often found in “filling stations”, come to think of it) with a sticker on their fronts that stated “Sold for the Prevention of Disease Only”. One of my uncles once returned to our table in a cafe after visiting their restroom with a grin on his face and told me one such dispenser there had been graffiti’ed with “Don’t buy this chewing gum. It tastes like rubber.”
https://scontent-dft4-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/18156939_1860297007521605_4031036991654677416_n.jpg?oh=1e09bc7a1688882093fd08566f750895&oe=599295E6
Parent ospreys in ME just changed places. Two eggs. Peace,
http://explore.org/live-cams/player/osprey-nest
Will catch up more tomorrow
Mythbusters proved that atr dryers spread more germs.
Rick If you think you have free will – then you do.
At least to believe you do.
Love is a burden but what delicious torture.
Mark f TT
A while back you found the words to this rendition of the Hymn.
Don’t know if you ever heard it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_dJumkd4EE&index=7&list=PLUE_L9bIaKUyDoMe1kdb_KaWiZPf7hljh
Steve your brother a Navy man might find it comforting.
Looks like we did in a fox squirrel. Peace,
http://cams.allaboutbirds.org/channel/43/Barred_Owls/
Slightly tan nape? This may be the M osprey on the Chesapeake.
http://chesapeakeconservancy.org/explore/wildlife-webcams/osprey/
For those of you w/ more massive tastes. Remember, ivory is not a mineral. Peace,
http://explore.org/live-cams/player/walrus-cam-round-island
Old Bear:
I agree.
If it turns out that my free will is actually an illusion, what does difference does it make? This illusion is what seems real to me right now.
It’s a great deal like the possibility that we might be a holographic image of the real Earth millions of light years away or that we are a synthetic life form without a real past.
Who cares? We can’t do anything about it.
So, I will just live my life. Or at least I think I am living it. Ergo cogito sum, I guess.
This evening, I enjoyed a Coca-Cola from Mexico, and it was made with real cane sugar not corn syrup substitute. The difference in taste is astounding.
I have no idea when I last drank a real Coke.
Interestingly, the real sugar didn’t have the same diabetic effect on me that fake sugar does.
I can’t vouch for the accuracy of this article’s claims regarding sucrose vs high-fructose corn syrup (HFCS), but I’ve had similar results with my own glucose readings:
http://www.naturalnews.com/032281_HFCS_sugar.html
I have a real Mexican Coke in my fridge that I bought for someone who didn’t drink it. I am going to go open it and drink it and see what it tastes like. It is in a 12 ounce glass bottle like they used to be bottled.
I gave up Diet Coke over two weeks ago and have had none since then but weak tea isn’t a Coca Cola.
TruckerRon:
Good article, and I have read similar items before. They weren’t quite as good as that one, though.
Perhaps it’s only a coincidence, but I find it interesting that the rate of diabetes has skyrocketed since fake sugar became prevalent.
Interesting.
http://blog.dilbert.com/post/160048736756/how-to-know-whether-you-are-a-real-person-or-a
Rick and Jackie, Sam’s Club around here carries the Mexican Cokes by the case. They also have a mixed case of Coke, Sprite and orange Fanta, also from Mexico with real sugar.
Mark:
Thanks.
A Sam’s Club is in Columbus, and I will head there soon.