And here is your problem and why people in their own self-absorbed narcissistic mindset think they aren't really burdening you. And my guess is you are a really nice guy and can't say no. These 2 aspects are a perfect storm for massive personal boundaries being violated all the time. So the cycle continues. I know you know this already but.....

This is an excuse to make a legit move letting your client base know you live at least 5-10 miles away.:D

That commute, though.


The days/nights where you don't want to be in the house so you go and knock out some work at 1am.


I see a lot of benefits to Sauto's setup.

**** you.. it's none of your God dam business....stupid ****ing thread........

Oh......you mean in real life......I'm never a A-hole to anybody....I'm a peach...:D

we went to the home show and gave our number to one of them. Wished I wouldn't have done that these assholes don't take the hint

my neighbors crazy horse showed up in the yard and right as she was yelling for the horse i smacked it with a stick. ****er took off like the preakness. I also throw her dead cat carcass back into her yard.

I could let this very attractive, extremely petite, extremely awesome, extremely cool chick I've been hanging out with off the hook and allow some other dbag to totally ruin her life...

But where the sense of adventure in that??

I was at arrowhead one time, was completely partied out from the pre-game, and at the end of the 1st quarter I got up to go get something to eat. I wait in a line that is forever long, I miss almost the entire 2nd quarter, then when I get up to the front, this particular stand is out of basically all food, and the beer taps aren't working either.

I am ashamed to say that I ripped the guy working there 4 or 5 new orifices, even though it was not his fault at all, and he just stood there and took it politely. It was booze and probably dehydration talking, but still. I wish I knew who this guy was so I could write him a letter of apology or something. I was angry that they'd let people wait in that long of a line only to find out that they had nothing when you got up to the front. Still though. Totally classless on my part and he was completely professional.

Here's to you, Arrowhead concession worker who looked like Jon Gruden. Sorry about that. I owe you a tall boy if I ever see you again... and if the taps are working...

How long ago??

I think it would have been 2003.

About once a year I get a call from some sleazy wine sales place, and it always catches me by surprise. It enrages me because they're the most dishonest, lying, garbage on the planet today (possible exception being ISIS, but I'm not sure).

They tell my screener that they've got an appointment with me, and then when they get through, they say, "A friend of yours told us that you really like wine!" That's always their opening line and they say it with great fake excitement.

I don't drink, so I now know that they've lied twice over the course of two sentences.

In the past, I would say, "Who said that?" and then I'd argue with them a little while they kept lying about it, and then I'd call them liars and hang up. But I've been thinking about it, and I think next time I'm going to pretend that I'm an alcoholic who killed someone and is wearing an ankle bracelet. I'm going to see how terrible I can be to see if there's any person they wouldn't sell to.

"You have alcohol? Do you take cash? Will you deliver? I can't go more than a 100 foot radius from my home and my workplace, so you have to deliver. And who will know about it? Will you destroy the records? Because I can't have any record of me buying alcohol or I'll go back to prison. It wasn't the alcohol that caused the wreck, it just happened, you know what I mean? So about that wine? Do you have anything stronger? And how much can I get?"

My goal will be to cause psychological trauma to the sleazy salesperson, so maybe that's mean. But I despise dishonest salespeople.

It's pretty tough. I've behaved myself lately.

I was kind of a dick to my loan officer a month or so ago, but to be fair, he was too stupid to understand what I was trying to say.

Yeah it's nice to get up, take a piss, brush my teeth, get dressed and be at work all in less than ten minutes if I want.

And I've spent many nights there working, my kids ride their bikes there...

And I don't really mind not answering my door lol.

Working at Allen Fieldhouse in December, I decide to take a shit before the men's game. This was before I knew of bathrooms that are closed off from the public, so I used the bathroom on the north side of the Fieldhouse across from the concession stand. I get done with my poo and exit the stall. As I walk out I see a visibly-disgruntled man sitting in a wheelchair waiting for me to finish, to which made me realize I was using the handicap stall.

A long time ago, I used to purposely piss in the corner of men's room stalls and laugh about it knowing that a janitor had to clean up my mess.

....I have grown up considerably since and wish I could go back in time to kick my own ass.