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I might come closer to believing it if it were spelt correctly. :/

I will finish reading this thread when I'm sober, and possibly comment.

After you have left/eliminated all traces of your having been there/covered your tracks to ensure security, you need to share the address/name of this hostel in case any of us are ever traveling in the area. Like I might. Because you made it sound like a FUCKING amazing time.

Rat bastard.

My first posts here were an attention-whoring whirlwind. Ye gods and little fishes, how much we change in four years...

My wife has an ancient cousin whose name is Max. If he kicks the bucket before the baby is born then we kinda have to use it. I think I can talk her into Maximus or Maxwell.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpCV2wgoxC8

De nada, likewise in fact, I've been drinking cinnamon whiskey at home and making myself cinnamon toast at work.

And homemade cinnamon bread with delicious cinnamon-sugary goo.

Recipe?
Please?

3-4 cups flour
3/4 cup warm water
1 packet yeast
A generous pinch of salt
A generous pinch of baking powder
2 Tbs. cinnamon
1 cup dark brown sugar

Sift the flour into a large bowl, let the yeast grow with the salt for about 10 mins. in warm water in separate bowl. Add Cinnamon, and baking powder to flour, mix though evenly. Once yeast has grown, add dark brown sugar to wet ingredients, mix, then add wet ingredients to dry ingredients. Flour your hands, and your working surface. Knead wet and dry into dough. Once dough is kneaded thouroughly (feel free to add more water or flour as needed to get the right consistency), let sit in greased bowl to rise. Punch dough down again and work into desired shape/s and size/s. Place into greased pan in oven preheated to 450 degrees. Time it takes to be done depends on size and shape; best just to watch it and poke through center with toothpick until toothpick comes out clean.

Instructions for sugary goo: Take a double boiler and melt butter within. Add cinnamon, dark brown sugar, and heavy whipping cream. Stir gently, watch it like a hawk, make sure it doesn't burn, and that the consistency is "drizzleable". If desired, you can roll dough out flat and spread sugary goo evenly over top, roll dough up and you have cinnamon roll that can be sliced into individual portions with delicious goo inside.

Last one'd be funnier if he was sitting on it, IMO.

To this day, the best coffee I've ever had was at my first job; a bowling alley that is now sold and demolished.

Since then, the best coffee that I've had was at B&O Espresso on Capitol Hill. Good, rich, straightforward Americano. Damn good quiche too.

I make damn good coffee at home though. And everyone raves about my homemade iced vanilla coffees. And homemade cinnamon bread with delicious cinnamon-sugary goo.

You can get away with boning your friends when you're over 30. Until then, outsource strictly.

I'm 21 and have evidence to the contrary.

You need to join a new activity or something that will get you meeting people who aren't part of your social circle.

Also, stop fucking guys you know. If you want to just get laid, find someone who is not already part of your social circle. Only fuck people who don't know ANYONE you know. Don't kiss, mess around with, or even get close enough to feel the body heat of anyone who knows your friends! You can get away with boning your friends when you're over 30. Until then, outsource strictly.

my good friend said I should do him then yell bingo after for shits and giggles.

Also, poor Cute Assyrian Nerd. Sometimes it's hard for them to understand, especially when it's not about anything specific they did wrong. I'm sure he's perfect for another girl.

Also, all you really need is this: http://www.nepork.org/Newsroom/PorkTalkMagazine/tabid/754/Default.aspx

I gets it.

Wait.  I don't watch too much tv, so I don't know 'the ropes'.

I just tried to invent a channel that is as bad as imaginably possible.  And it exists?  And people watch it?

Infomercials are like commercials, but longer. Channels (Home Shopping Network, etc.) devoted to them are the sole domain of insomniac shopaholics who might possibly be interested in fabulous Princess Diana key fobs or Diamonelle jewelery or "simulated" anything, up to and including the Serious Skin Care Serious Colour 1-Year Celebration Kit With 1-Year Subscription to W Magazine.

In other words, people whose hands are permanently attached to their credit cards and whose asses are permanently attached to their couches. The biggest cabbages in the entire fucking patch.

Potentiometer and Lupus are pretty good, though.

IT'S NEVER LUPUS!

It was lupus, once.

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(Into megaphone):

"ATTENTION! YOU ARE ALL A BUNCH OF TOOLS! THAT IS ALL!"

Also I have been known in the past to hang around rich neighborhoods for the express purpose of offending people with my scruffiness. Further, I like the idea of setting up a feed; ask permission from the welfare office or the comic shop to set up on their property. Restaurant can't do jack if it's not on their property, and the restaurant staff is only a paycheck or two away from being across the street as well and hates their clientele as much if not more than you do. Make sure there's a big sign: MENU: ARROZ CON POLLO.

Think... the restaurant staff every day gets talked over, ignored, stiffed on tips, and generally treated like ambulatory vending machines. Show me a full-time cook, cashier, server or busser, and I'll show you someone who at the end of their day wants to turn into Godzilla, breathe radioactive flame and destroy an entire city.

<----Will hoist a shot or three of Fireball for the occasion.