Not safe even for POG.

Or OOT. Whatever.

**** I'm starving now. That **** looks good.

I haven't been there (not from Chicago) but by all accounts Hot Doug's is awesome.

I'm a Euro-loving non-American, but that French parenting book looks like a huge eye-roll to me. I'm literally judging it by its cover (and Amazon page) though.

ditto, and I'm judging it by the words "french" and "parenting book"

Seriously lol @ hating on getting to spend quality time with your girl away from the kids. The idea isn't that you are forcing romance - it's that you want to go out together. But because of kids and stuff you have to schedule it.

I'll sum it up for you. A semi-pretentious American living in France with her English husband has some babies and discovers how being pretentious and fawning about and with your children leads people to grow up to be like Bonafied Great.

Do they have this **** in France (NSFW):



Nuff said

Don't know, is your mom french?

I don't think this is something that you can just drop out here, and then have no follow up.

If it is as Khaos asked, and it is of herself...
**** it, let us all friend her.

he probably friended a random loser's third facebook with a girl picture

From a 33 year old Notre Dame grad, lawyer, and father.

etc

How many people did he have to de-friend after they got crushed by 'bama?

I guess that's all for tonight

Is her name Lennay?

This story bugs me (posted by a conservative talk show host).

Enabling a smoker is not a good deed.


...On the still small voice.
Kevin McCullough

I couldn't decide which check-out line to get into.

Who in the world has such critical needs that the CVS Pharmacy lanes are ten people deep at 10:30am... On a Wednesday?

Ugh!

I heard him talking loudly from the line I chose not to get in to.

"Whew," I thought, "Disaster narrowly avoided."

(I would've been in line directly behind the man with the long white pony tail. And "pony tail" is being generous, it was much more like a mane."

I could see that he is super skinny.

On this 73 degree January morning in Thousand Oaks, California, anyone in shorts just reminded me all the more that I am a stranger in this land of sun.

I'm a New York people. These nice folks with landscaping around their GAS STATIONS, are so laid back, and chill...

They do things like say, "chill."

Our lines weren't moving. At least not very quickly.

I checked my iPhone to see if any new email messages had come in--in the last two minutes and seventeen seconds since I had last checked.

Alas, none had.

Loud Talker was still going for it. Maybe he was crushin' on the woman in line in front of him. He was certainly chatting her up like he was trying to make a move. After all he had to be like 68 and she couldn't have been a day over 24, perky, looking like she was heading to a beach somewhere nearby... (Eyes rolling... "what's wrong with these people?")

I finally made it to the second spot in my line and curiously Susie B. Cute had left and Loud Talker was finishing up his check out.

And as he headed towards the door that's when it happened.

He stopped by the register of the line I was in--curiously--it was also the one nearest the door.

The only thing the man had purchased was one pack of cigarettes.

He stops and asks the cashier, "Man, could a borrow a light? I just want to borrow the light and I'll bring the lighter right back."

"How odd," I almost said out loud.

"Well I don't really have one," the check out kid says.

"But you've got a bunch for sale, right there on top of the register."

Surprisingly he did!

I would've never had noticed them, but there they were Hawaiian floral print cigarette lighters for $.99 cents.

"Dude, I promise, I'll bring it right back."

The pressure it put on the cashier kid, seemed palpable, uncomfortable, a tiny bit full of anxiety.

He looked to the right and to the left.

"Well, here use this one," he said, as he picked a lavender floral pattern lighter out of the box, "bur bring it right back."

Immediately my judging spirit took over in my brain.

"Why can't he just pay $.99 cents and get his own lighter to keep," the thought ran through my mind.

By now Loud Talker had already absconded out the door with the floral print fire starter and I again thought, "Mhmm, wonder if he even brings it back?"

Simultaneously that voice within me--who is constantly trying to get me to love people more and be less judging of others--said, "why don't you pay for it?"

I came up with several reasons why not to...

"He doesn't deserve it, who is he to expect someone to pay his way, why should I contribute to his criminality, aren't cigarettes cancer-causing--Jesus wouldn't want me to give someone cancer..." and about a dozen others snuck through my head in less than five seconds.

Now he was just standing outside the door puffing.

"Great! Now I'm gonna have to walk through that carcinogenic cloud," I thought.

And then it just slapped me in the face. The words could not have been more clear, "Do it!"

Cashier kid has almost finished ringing me up, and sheepishly I said, "hey, I meant to pay for his cigarette lighter..." pointing to the doorway.

"Really," asked the kid with great incredulity.

"Yeah," sorry about that.

"No worries," said Cashier Kid. "Let me just start a new transaction."

I paid, gathered the baby formula I had come there to buy, and exited out the entryway--directly through Puff-daddy's cloud of cancer causing particles.

About the time I did, I noticed he went past me to get back into the store.

He was going back in to return the lighter after having used it.

The last thing I saw was Cashier Kid and Loud Talker both pointing at me, as I was pulling out of the parking lot.

Maybe there is a point to this story. Maybe I did something good.

Maybe I did not.

Knowing my typical fortune I probably did the wrong thing. The problem was I had no other choice...

For when the still small voice speaks, if I don't obey...

I always regret it.

OK, but I hope none of you are do-gooders who turn her in.

http://www.facebook.com/sofia.lopezarreola

"Arreola" lol.

WTF is this ****

friend request sent!!

Baked ham sausage please

Don't laugh, I had a friend (male) with that name.

booo!!! she has her photos set up so that just being on her friends list doesnt mean you get to see them all

did get to see the porno profile pic tho, lol