Promo Code CATSRULE Invalid.Dang! RedFish comes back to the banter to be the bearer of bad news.
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Promo Code CATSRULE Invalid.It was certainly fun while it lasted.
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Indeed, took quite the advantage of that one. Was a helluva run.Promo Code CATSRULE Invalid.It was certainly fun while it lasted.
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Promo Code CATSRULE Invalid.Damn, well it was a very good run.
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Good morning, banterland. Been up and about for two hours already. Opening day for kids' baseball.What's the temp?
Appears Hope Solo is really flaming out...She's always been a bit of a mess.
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Today's Over/Under is 5Closer, 4
Raz Over/Under is 8
Feels like high 30s but technically low 40s.Good morning, banterland. Been up and about for two hours already. Opening day for kids' baseball.What's the temp?
I remember how much I hated spring practice and games when it was so cold that your arms ached every time you hit the ball.
FYI, I heard back from Rick. He's just really busy and currently unable to banter.That's good. Maybe he had to drive all the way to the west coast to look for a car.
I'll be going to the game here tomorrow....highs in the low 70's.Feels like high 30s but technically low 40s.Good morning, banterland. Been up and about for two hours already. Opening day for kids' baseball.What's the temp?
I remember how much I hated spring practice and games when it was so cold that your arms ached every time you hit the ball.
That sounds like perfection.I'll be going to the game here tomorrow....highs in the low 70's.Feels like high 30s but technically low 40s.Good morning, banterland. Been up and about for two hours already. Opening day for kids' baseball.What's the temp?
I remember how much I hated spring practice and games when it was so cold that your arms ached every time you hit the ball.
For lunch today, leftover pizza from when my son had me over for dinner. Onion relish, lerk, sausage, apple and balsamic glaze. Yum.That does look good to me.
That is supposed to be fennel, not leek.For lunch today, leftover pizza from when my son had me over for dinner. Onion relish, lerk, sausage, apple and balsamic glaze. Yum.That does look good to me.
Or lerk.That is supposed to be fennel, not leek.For lunch today, leftover pizza from when my son had me over for dinner. Onion relish, lerk, sausage, apple and balsamic glaze. Yum.That does look good to me.
Today's Over/Under is 5On the nose.
Raz Over/Under is 8
Afternoon, muchachos.Howdy, Raz.
Chore for the day is to install a new disposer in the kitchen. Fun times.More power to you. I can't do any plumbing stuff like that, cause I can't get myself contorted enough to get under the sink. Or if I did, I feel like I'd never get back up.
Disposers are pretty easy, unless installed by assholes. Barring that, the work is done from a sitting position. Don't have to crawl in with it. Unplug from the wall, take out two screws for the drain pipe, loosen a third screw and pull the dishwasher hose off, slip a screwdriver into one of the eyes of the coupling and turn clockwise, and slip the old disposer out. Wipe up the inevitable drips. Disconnect the cord from the old disposer, wire it into the new one with wire caps, and anchor with electrical tape. Slip it into place and spin the coupler counterclockwise, hook the drain back up, hook the dishwasher hose back up. Make sure everything's tight, turn on the water, run the new disposer, and check for leaks. Done.Chore for the day is to install a new disposer in the kitchen. Fun times.More power to you. I can't do any plumbing stuff like that, cause I can't get myself contorted enough to get under the sink. Or if I did, I feel like I'd never get back up.
You've clearly never met my wife.Disposers are pretty easy, unless installed by assholes. Barring that, the work is done from a sitting position. Don't have to crawl in with it. Unplug from the wall, take out two screws for the drain pipe, loosen a third screw and pull the dishwasher hose off, slip a screwdriver into one of the eyes of the coupling and turn clockwise, and slip the old disposer out. Wipe up the inevitable drips. Disconnect the cord from the old disposer, wire it into the new one with wire caps, and anchor with electrical tape. Slip it into place and spin the coupler counterclockwise, hook the drain back up, hook the dishwasher hose back up. Make sure everything's tight, turn on the water, run the new disposer, and check for leaks. Done.Chore for the day is to install a new disposer in the kitchen. Fun times.More power to you. I can't do any plumbing stuff like that, cause I can't get myself contorted enough to get under the sink. Or if I did, I feel like I'd never get back up.
To make the wife sympathetic, scatter tools everywhere, cuss a lot, mutter about the damned engineers who design this shit, and pretend to hurt yourself a coupla times. Then, when it's done and you've put a the tools away, she'll say, "Thank you so much. It's wonderful. You're amazing. You should go have a drink and a cigar."
But good job getting it installed. You've earned your smoke today.You've clearly never met my wife.Disposers are pretty easy, unless installed by assholes. Barring that, the work is done from a sitting position. Don't have to crawl in with it. Unplug from the wall, take out two screws for the drain pipe, loosen a third screw and pull the dishwasher hose off, slip a screwdriver into one of the eyes of the coupling and turn clockwise, and slip the old disposer out. Wipe up the inevitable drips. Disconnect the cord from the old disposer, wire it into the new one with wire caps, and anchor with electrical tape. Slip it into place and spin the coupler counterclockwise, hook the drain back up, hook the dishwasher hose back up. Make sure everything's tight, turn on the water, run the new disposer, and check for leaks. Done.Chore for the day is to install a new disposer in the kitchen. Fun times.More power to you. I can't do any plumbing stuff like that, cause I can't get myself contorted enough to get under the sink. Or if I did, I feel like I'd never get back up.
To make the wife sympathetic, scatter tools everywhere, cuss a lot, mutter about the damned engineers who design this shit, and pretend to hurt yourself a coupla times. Then, when it's done and you've put a the tools away, she'll say, "Thank you so much. It's wonderful. You're amazing. You should go have a drink and a cigar."
No, but clearly you've allowed her to become accustomed to expecting too much from you. Are you not getting the man-card advisory e-mail notifications?You've clearly never met my wife.Disposers are pretty easy, unless installed by assholes. Barring that, the work is done from a sitting position. Don't have to crawl in with it. Unplug from the wall, take out two screws for the drain pipe, loosen a third screw and pull the dishwasher hose off, slip a screwdriver into one of the eyes of the coupling and turn clockwise, and slip the old disposer out. Wipe up the inevitable drips. Disconnect the cord from the old disposer, wire it into the new one with wire caps, and anchor with electrical tape. Slip it into place and spin the coupler counterclockwise, hook the drain back up, hook the dishwasher hose back up. Make sure everything's tight, turn on the water, run the new disposer, and check for leaks. Done.Chore for the day is to install a new disposer in the kitchen. Fun times.More power to you. I can't do any plumbing stuff like that, cause I can't get myself contorted enough to get under the sink. Or if I did, I feel like I'd never get back up.
To make the wife sympathetic, scatter tools everywhere, cuss a lot, mutter about the damned engineers who design this shit, and pretend to hurt yourself a coupla times. Then, when it's done and you've put a the tools away, she'll say, "Thank you so much. It's wonderful. You're amazing. You should go have a drink and a cigar."
No, but clearly you've allowed her to become accustomed to expecting too much from you. Are you not getting the man-card advisory e-mail notifications?You've clearly never met my wife.Disposers are pretty easy, unless installed by assholes. Barring that, the work is done from a sitting position. Don't have to crawl in with it. Unplug from the wall, take out two screws for the drain pipe, loosen a third screw and pull the dishwasher hose off, slip a screwdriver into one of the eyes of the coupling and turn clockwise, and slip the old disposer out. Wipe up the inevitable drips. Disconnect the cord from the old disposer, wire it into the new one with wire caps, and anchor with electrical tape. Slip it into place and spin the coupler counterclockwise, hook the drain back up, hook the dishwasher hose back up. Make sure everything's tight, turn on the water, run the new disposer, and check for leaks. Done.Chore for the day is to install a new disposer in the kitchen. Fun times.More power to you. I can't do any plumbing stuff like that, cause I can't get myself contorted enough to get under the sink. Or if I did, I feel like I'd never get back up.
To make the wife sympathetic, scatter tools everywhere, cuss a lot, mutter about the damned engineers who design this shit, and pretend to hurt yourself a coupla times. Then, when it's done and you've put a the tools away, she'll say, "Thank you so much. It's wonderful. You're amazing. You should go have a drink and a cigar."
Well, you're fucking this up for the rest of us, unless you can assure us that your wife is earning at least 40% of your household gross income. If that's the case, you can ignore any criticism from me.No, but clearly you've allowed her to become accustomed to expecting too much from you. Are you not getting the man-card advisory e-mail notifications?You've clearly never met my wife.Disposers are pretty easy, unless installed by assholes. Barring that, the work is done from a sitting position. Don't have to crawl in with it. Unplug from the wall, take out two screws for the drain pipe, loosen a third screw and pull the dishwasher hose off, slip a screwdriver into one of the eyes of the coupling and turn clockwise, and slip the old disposer out. Wipe up the inevitable drips. Disconnect the cord from the old disposer, wire it into the new one with wire caps, and anchor with electrical tape. Slip it into place and spin the coupler counterclockwise, hook the drain back up, hook the dishwasher hose back up. Make sure everything's tight, turn on the water, run the new disposer, and check for leaks. Done.Chore for the day is to install a new disposer in the kitchen. Fun times.More power to you. I can't do any plumbing stuff like that, cause I can't get myself contorted enough to get under the sink. Or if I did, I feel like I'd never get back up.
To make the wife sympathetic, scatter tools everywhere, cuss a lot, mutter about the damned engineers who design this shit, and pretend to hurt yourself a coupla times. Then, when it's done and you've put a the tools away, she'll say, "Thank you so much. It's wonderful. You're amazing. You should go have a drink and a cigar."
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....HoLa and HaPPy Saturday.... TeX in da hood, oh and Pour'N....WiNkOmigod, Tru? Is that really you?
Talking take home pay, I'd say our split is probably about 70/30. But all benefits, 401k, college funds, etc come out of mine before that 70. And as she works evenings, most dinners are made by me, for myself and the kids.Well, you're fucking this up for the rest of us, unless you can assure us that your wife is earning at least 40% of your household gross income. If that's the case, you can ignore any criticism from me.No, but clearly you've allowed her to become accustomed to expecting too much from you. Are you not getting the man-card advisory e-mail notifications?You've clearly never met my wife.Disposers are pretty easy, unless installed by assholes. Barring that, the work is done from a sitting position. Don't have to crawl in with it. Unplug from the wall, take out two screws for the drain pipe, loosen a third screw and pull the dishwasher hose off, slip a screwdriver into one of the eyes of the coupling and turn clockwise, and slip the old disposer out. Wipe up the inevitable drips. Disconnect the cord from the old disposer, wire it into the new one with wire caps, and anchor with electrical tape. Slip it into place and spin the coupler counterclockwise, hook the drain back up, hook the dishwasher hose back up. Make sure everything's tight, turn on the water, run the new disposer, and check for leaks. Done.Chore for the day is to install a new disposer in the kitchen. Fun times.More power to you. I can't do any plumbing stuff like that, cause I can't get myself contorted enough to get under the sink. Or if I did, I feel like I'd never get back up.
To make the wife sympathetic, scatter tools everywhere, cuss a lot, mutter about the damned engineers who design this shit, and pretend to hurt yourself a coupla times. Then, when it's done and you've put a the tools away, she'll say, "Thank you so much. It's wonderful. You're amazing. You should go have a drink and a cigar."
I tend to mute most notifications.
My wife earns approximately 10% of the household gross income. And her niece and grandnephews are allowed to live in our home, with my full support, while we try to show them how to manage their lives. You know, like, you have to go to work and pay your bills on time and such, even if you're an expert welfare queen (which my wife's niece is, by every conceivable definition).
So the exchange for that is I get my laundry done and I get dinner cooked for me five nights a week, and I get appreciated for making sure the plumbing works, the cars run as they should, and the roof doesn't leak.
Yeah, I know, I'm a sexist, Fascist Republican asshole.
....HoLa and HaPPy Saturday.... TeX in da hood, oh and Pour'N....WiNkAnd to you as well, TD. I think.
Serious medical concerns mitigate everything. Good onya.Talking take home pay, I'd say our split is probably about 70/30. But all benefits, 401k, college funds, etc come out of mine before that 70. And as she works evenings, most dinners are made by me, for myself and the kids.Well, you're fucking this up for the rest of us, unless you can assure us that your wife is earning at least 40% of your household gross income. If that's the case, you can ignore any criticism from me.No, but clearly you've allowed her to become accustomed to expecting too much from you. Are you not getting the man-card advisory e-mail notifications?You've clearly never met my wife.Disposers are pretty easy, unless installed by assholes. Barring that, the work is done from a sitting position. Don't have to crawl in with it. Unplug from the wall, take out two screws for the drain pipe, loosen a third screw and pull the dishwasher hose off, slip a screwdriver into one of the eyes of the coupling and turn clockwise, and slip the old disposer out. Wipe up the inevitable drips. Disconnect the cord from the old disposer, wire it into the new one with wire caps, and anchor with electrical tape. Slip it into place and spin the coupler counterclockwise, hook the drain back up, hook the dishwasher hose back up. Make sure everything's tight, turn on the water, run the new disposer, and check for leaks. Done.Chore for the day is to install a new disposer in the kitchen. Fun times.More power to you. I can't do any plumbing stuff like that, cause I can't get myself contorted enough to get under the sink. Or if I did, I feel like I'd never get back up.
To make the wife sympathetic, scatter tools everywhere, cuss a lot, mutter about the damned engineers who design this shit, and pretend to hurt yourself a coupla times. Then, when it's done and you've put a the tools away, she'll say, "Thank you so much. It's wonderful. You're amazing. You should go have a drink and a cigar."
I tend to mute most notifications.
My wife earns approximately 10% of the household gross income. And her niece and grandnephews are allowed to live in our home, with my full support, while we try to show them how to manage their lives. You know, like, you have to go to work and pay your bills on time and such, even if you're an expert welfare queen (which my wife's niece is, by every conceivable definition).
So the exchange for that is I get my laundry done and I get dinner cooked for me five nights a week, and I get appreciated for making sure the plumbing works, the cars run as they should, and the roof doesn't leak.
Yeah, I know, I'm a sexist, Fascist Republican asshole.
As for household chores, most of those are also me. She has several medical concerns which make it difficult to her to conribute in that arena, so I do what I have to do to make sure the house runs as smoothly as possible with 3 daughters aged 12-15. According to most people over 55 or ardent viewers of Fox News or OANN, this makes me either a sucker, whipped or half a man. The opinions of these people, or anyone else for that matter, could not concern me less, so I take no offense to anything you said, critical or otherwise.
You should check them out, they're apparently very popular these days.Serious medical concerns mitigate everything. Good onya.Talking take home pay, I'd say our split is probably about 70/30. But all benefits, 401k, college funds, etc come out of mine before that 70. And as she works evenings, most dinners are made by me, for myself and the kids.Well, you're fucking this up for the rest of us, unless you can assure us that your wife is earning at least 40% of your household gross income. If that's the case, you can ignore any criticism from me.No, but clearly you've allowed her to become accustomed to expecting too much from you. Are you not getting the man-card advisory e-mail notifications?You've clearly never met my wife.Disposers are pretty easy, unless installed by assholes. Barring that, the work is done from a sitting position. Don't have to crawl in with it. Unplug from the wall, take out two screws for the drain pipe, loosen a third screw and pull the dishwasher hose off, slip a screwdriver into one of the eyes of the coupling and turn clockwise, and slip the old disposer out. Wipe up the inevitable drips. Disconnect the cord from the old disposer, wire it into the new one with wire caps, and anchor with electrical tape. Slip it into place and spin the coupler counterclockwise, hook the drain back up, hook the dishwasher hose back up. Make sure everything's tight, turn on the water, run the new disposer, and check for leaks. Done.Chore for the day is to install a new disposer in the kitchen. Fun times.More power to you. I can't do any plumbing stuff like that, cause I can't get myself contorted enough to get under the sink. Or if I did, I feel like I'd never get back up.
To make the wife sympathetic, scatter tools everywhere, cuss a lot, mutter about the damned engineers who design this shit, and pretend to hurt yourself a coupla times. Then, when it's done and you've put a the tools away, she'll say, "Thank you so much. It's wonderful. You're amazing. You should go have a drink and a cigar."
I tend to mute most notifications.
My wife earns approximately 10% of the household gross income. And her niece and grandnephews are allowed to live in our home, with my full support, while we try to show them how to manage their lives. You know, like, you have to go to work and pay your bills on time and such, even if you're an expert welfare queen (which my wife's niece is, by every conceivable definition).
So the exchange for that is I get my laundry done and I get dinner cooked for me five nights a week, and I get appreciated for making sure the plumbing works, the cars run as they should, and the roof doesn't leak.
Yeah, I know, I'm a sexist, Fascist Republican asshole.
As for household chores, most of those are also me. She has several medical concerns which make it difficult to her to conribute in that arena, so I do what I have to do to make sure the house runs as smoothly as possible with 3 daughters aged 12-15. According to most people over 55 or ardent viewers of Fox News or OANN, this makes me either a sucker, whipped or half a man. The opinions of these people, or anyone else for that matter, could not concern me less, so I take no offense to anything you said, critical or otherwise.
I don't watch Fox news.
....RaZZy, LuvToGooF.... miss the old Banter, still close with several, KC and I herF weekly. Maybe you all could stop over at Cigar.com, sometime. Yes you too NJD, miss you all. Oh and Tone, you too Baby boYEE.Didn't realize the Ccom banter was still alive and kicking.