Spam & Mullets: The Return of the BAM???

oml1200:

I'm not sure where to enter in the Easter Egg Code

Just hit the buttons and the easter egg comes right up. Much fun had by all.

Are the easter eggs on this site?

Brotha,

I ain't no Cootie Girl!

I carry the Icky Boy Charter!

Lovely day in the neighborhood. Just hit the white dimpled ball all over those eighteen bases. Herself went nuts. First hole, par five with the usual hazards and she gets the luckiest drive in the world. First off, she hits it stiff and clears the first sand trap by yards and then her ball bounces over the next two hazards and end up fifty feet from the cup - she bounced the ball off a rock and got one of those rolls you dream of. Then she sinks a fifty foot putt from the fringe like it was nothing - double eagle, I want to cry.

She finished with a 67....a freakin' 67. I got razzed by a couple of guys who were behind us on the course. Told them they should try to play her, she is a machine. I didn't suck, mind you. An 80 is pretty good for me seeing as how I killed several shrubs and debarked a tree.

She wants to go out after lunch, but it seems like every unemployed executive in this area is congregating at any and all links. Maybe I can talk her into something less hard on my ego. Maybe basketball or Olympic diving. She can't dive into a pool, something about banging her head on the bottom.

Damn, now all I have is sound, no picture.

oml1200:

Yeah, but nothing happens. I'm thinking it may be because I'm on IE 6 and work has everything on LOCK DOWN!

I hate when that happens. Yes, no more golf today. Herself is begging me to pick up Panda Express and then she wants to take her motorcycle out for a ride - I think it has been nearly three weeks since we last took a putt.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Tammy. I am so glad I didn't go to college, spent what little money I had on wine , women and song (well, beer, chicks, and drugs), and didn't establish any credit until I was nearly 40. I also didn't get married until I was 43, and never had any kids, so that kind of gave me the freedom to be a hedonist of sorts. Bottom line, I never had any debt of consequence until 10 years ago. It now seems I did the responsible thing.

WickedCurves:

Hey all. Just sitting around, waiting for my friends to get here so we can go to Vegas for a couple nights. I feel bad doing this because I have no money and a MASSIVE amount of debt (pre-student loans, on my credit card, so...yay!). But it's my last bit of fun time with my friends before moving to New York, and since I'm really not looking forward to the move, I just wanted to have one more crazy adventure before having to be serious and before I'm locked in to only caring about my career and how I will find a way to pay off what will ultimately be like $80,000 in debt (YAY $20,000+ in student loan interest!) -- and that number is only that low, if I'm lucky enough to be able to make those payments within 10 years.

Why did I decide it was smart to be a writer?

Maybe I will win big in Vegas...or marry someone wealthy.... Either way is good.

Anyway my dad just chewed me out, and all the points he made were totally valid, so it effectively killed my buzz. I just wanted to be irresponsible one more time and just put all my troubles out of mind. But now I'm about to get in the car, and I'll be thinking about how royally fucked my finances are and will continue to be, until I'm like in my mid-'30s. And then I get to replace it with fun things like paying for kids and a mortgage! Ooooh. Fun.

Why do people look forward to their futures, again? Why am I going to grad school, again? I could use that massive amount of loan money to start a business, not waste it on a stupid 1-year degree that will not advance my job prospects.

OBVIOUSLY I'm smart.

Great, now I get to go to Las Vegas with all this stuff weighing on my mind. Hopefully my friends can snap me out of it. Bye, all.

Tammy, enjoy yourself while you can. Once you get out of college the world is a cold, cruel place. Once the kids and mortgages rear their ugly heads, you will wish you had spent more time in Las Vegas.

grabarkewitz:

Mind you, I do have regrets - her name is Denise. If I had to do over again, I would've told her my name was Kyle or something like that.

Hey! I have plenty of my own regrets, thank you very much.

BluePastorKyle:

Hey! I have plenty of my own regrets, thank you very much.

Like that one, Kyle? Of course, I was a stupid nineteen year old when I met her and was quite foolish.

66º and cloudy; high of 80º and an occasional, all-too-rare visit from The Big Yellow Ball in Sky.

Have to be in half an hour early. Today is iPhone 3Gs rollout day. No training sessions. Genius Bar is closed. All about the phones today. Not sure what my assignment will be, but I suspect I'll be "setting up" the phones: Making sure email and contacts, etc. are on the new phones.

Toes will be in line. We reserved two.

35/114

Morning, all. Only mildy groggy. Nearly suffocated, last night. Mary felt it was a good idea to cover my face with her massive head of hair. I know some shampoos and conditioners smell good, but when tasted on someone's hair, it is not a taste treat. For a change, she is making me breakfast. I am hoping it is more than a slice of toast and a glass of orange juice - her usual fare.

Seems our little Katja got drunk off of her butt, last night. Got a knock at the door at 1am as a taxi driver was dropping her off. At least she waited to yack until I got her into the head. We will give her kudos for having enough sense not to drive home, but I am thinking a fried egg and some a greasy pork burrito are on the menu for her today, along with as much noise as possible. Herself wants to go upside her head, so this should be fun.

Golf is the top of the program, today. Maybe I will blindfold the Brazilian so I have a fighting chance. Supposed to be hot again, so we best get the eighteen holes done quickly as I have no interest in baking in the sun.

BluePastorKyle:

Oh, to be 19 again... I was playing in a rock band, getting drunk every weekend, playing Aerosmith/Guns 'n Roses/Boston covers in bars for 50-year-old stoners, thinking to myself, "that's me in 30 years."

On second thought...

Let's see, at nineteen I was carrying a full load of classes at USF, spending most of my meager funds on this hot babe from the Pacific Northwest and whatever time I had left was spent at Mitchell Brothers' O'Farrell in the lap of dissipation. Oh, to be nineteen, again.

grabarkewitz:

Herself killed me on the course. I think she had a 32 on the front nine....32?!?! That ain't right. She even nailed a very nice 45' putt from well off of the green. I think I had 32 by the sixth hole. She finished at 72, but lot of good that did me, my card looked like a picket fence. I stopped counting at 84. The only good thing about this was we ended up at Los Panchos #1 for lunch. Damn good chimichangas.

Our charge, Katja, is still passed out on the floor of her bedroom. I will wake her up shortly by banging a couple pots together. The boy seemed to learn a quick lesson, as he says he can't figure out the allure of drinking til you puke. Seems counterproductive in his opinion.

Got to go out to dinner tonight. The kids want to treat us to Red Lobster....at least it isn't McDonalds or Denny's. Hopefully, I will get home in time to watch some ballgame, tonight.

Good grief, man! You guys playing a par-3 course, or what???

BluePastorKyle:

Good grief, man! You guys playing a par-3 course, or what???

I wish! Par for the front nine was 37 (the back nine is 36) and she was par for four holes and scored a bird on the other five. Course is relatively hilly and that is to her advantage as she has mastered getting the good roll on every one of her tee shots. Me, I hit the ball stiff and end up on the beach or fighting off a rodent for my ball.

Just waiting for the kids to show up so we can go to dinner. Knowing them, they will be a half hour late and one will forget his/her wallet/purse.