Rebecca

Awww! I love Dining Out!! I went to every annual Air Force ROTC formal for 4 years in college, first and last years with a 'date' date, and the middle two with friends. Do you have an auxilliary service organization (comprising mostly females) or a good-sport female friend? Aggiedave's approach would probably work, too - what branch of service is it? Hell, just find some other dudes to go stag with... and don't forget to throw dinner rolls and tie all your napkins together under the table during the main speaker. Ooh - will there be a grog bowl? Don't sweat it. Just have fun. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Dammit dude - I'm trying to be discreet about my slacking. What are trying to do, get me busted? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I'm so sorry Yoshi. What bastards! I'm with you in that I just don't get it - stealing bread because you're starving, I understand, but taking something just because it's there? Grrrr! Hey, my bf has a Wrangler, which I assume is what you have. He had been ripped off one time too many, so he went out and got a super-fancy alarm system that has a beeper-like remote to warn him anytime his jeep is disturbed. Even with the top off, if someone so much as reaches in, the alarm activates. It's not annoyingly sensitive, though, so it doesn't go off unless the car is actually being messed with. If you want, I'll ask him about it for you.

Dude! That was quick! I'm pretty sure I'm clear, but I'd better check with the SO to make sure he hasn't committed us to something. Otherwise, I'll plan on seeing you at the airport! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Psh. A billion dollars is about $999,999,999.98 more than I've got... I wish the lottery would hurry up and come through for me. It's my back-up plan. edit: it's my back-up 'cause I'm really bad with numbers. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Psst. Sweetie, she was being self-depricating by making fun of her earlier post. That cough cough 'shit-talking' was aimed at herself, not at you. Ya know, just in case you maybe misread... As for you, Josh, I'm proud as hell of you and the rest of our troops. I thought your post was fantastic. Keep up the morale and the good work, and get home safe. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Precognitive or... the source of the problem. Bwahahaa!!! You have some of the best posts, happythoughts: short, clever and funny. Please don't ever leave, 'cause you rock.

Dude. That was not nice. How the hell does that happen?? Fake on one side, natural on the other?? And dear God that's a lot of hair. She's a Yeti. Ugh. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I hope that's airbrushed. EDIT: NSFW if anyone actually realizes what it is. I had to really look for a sec. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I usually see things happening about 5-10 seconds before they happen. Does that make me a precognitive? Uh, I dunno. Technically, I suppose... Actually, upon further reflection, there are indicators that tip me off- speeding up just a little to cut me off, drifting towards one lane or another, generally driving like an asshole... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

It is interesting. Unfortunately, I'm the type of person who goes and looks up the sources that Brown's characters cite, and I was disappointed to find that many of them had been widely discredited... The very short chapters drove me nuts, there was basically no character developement, and the ending was unsatisfying. Aww crap. Whydja have to go and tell me that. I was happy believing all that shit was valid. I'm very into suspension of disbelief - as long as the bubble doesn't pop, I'm into it (for fiction that is...) Yeah, there wasn't a lot of char. dev., but that went with the short chapters in making it a very easy, fast read. No, it's not the end-all-be-all, but now I'd like to find out more about the subject... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I'd call it mediocre at best. Okay, go ahead. It's still an interesting subject. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

No, I'm talking about The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. Hmm, I'll have to check out Legacy. It's a fascinating topic. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Eh, don't waste your energy on him. Or, invite everyone behind him to get in line in front of you. Just kidding kinda. I might have reassured the old lady that she should stay at the front and ignore the asshat. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

If you mean The Da Vinci Code, it is amazing, and you MUST run out, buy it, and start it when your schedule is clear. If you really do mean The Da Vinci Legacy, I can't help you - never heard of it. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

OMG!!! I didn't watch it all the way through the first time!!! I know exactly who needs that kind of shuttin' up. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I can't believe this just happened. Actually, I can, 'cause I kinda 'sensed' it would. Before I get to my oh-so-thrilling-story, have any of you developed a sixth-sense sorta thing on the road, to where you can just tell what the people around you are about to do (with no other indication?) Well, I have this ability, along with a very healthy, active, carefully cultivated and righteous road-rage. (A personal flaw I intend to work on, it's just people are so stupid...) Anyway, on my lunch break just now, I was the first car at a light, in the right of two lanes on a one-way street. The left lane must turn left. The right may turn either way or go straight. I wanted to turn left, and indicated this with my handy blinker. The light turned green, so I gave a nice, wide arc, staying in my lane, and wouldn't you know it, the dumb bitch next to me also gives a nice, wide arc, swinging her fat suburban ass right into my lane, nearly hitting me. The fact that I saw it coming before the light ever changed helped me avoid that, but also just made me angrier. I expressed this ire using international sign language, and I tried to pull up on her left to make sure I was communicating effectively. She was already into a right turn, so I didn't catch her eye. But I did see her carefully manicured middle finger return my message. When people think I'M the asshole for getting upset at THEIR mistake, I get homocidal. I seriously wanted to follow her and rip every one of those pretty little nails out with pliers. Still do... Which brings me to another peeve: while I respect stay-at-home moms and retired folk, why must they jump in their cars and add to rush hour? Huh? There are enough of us trying to get to and from the office as it is - I don't need every Houston housefrau and blue-hair getting in my way. If I were retired or lucky enough to stay home with my kids, I sure as hell wouldn't even dream of wedging my Expedition into 5:00 traffic. Man, do I have anger-management issues. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Texas Woman sues alcohol, its manufacturers and distributors. HOUSTON, TX - A woman is suing alcohol, and all of its manufacturers and distributors, foreign and domestic, for a public incident involving the exposure of both of the plaintiff's breasts. Rebecca of Houston, TX has filed a lawsuit claiming that the incident left her physically ill, induced vomiting, psychologically scarred her friends and has ruined sexual relations with her significant other. "I just couldn't believe what I did during the Superbowl party. How could alcohol allow me to expose both of my breasts in public?" Rebecca said. "I had just shotgunned two eighteen-ounce Miler Lights, which I bought at the local corner shop. When my breasts appeared I became physically ill and vomited before I could even make it to the restroom". According to the lawsuit, filed within hours of the incident, Rebecca claims her friends were psychologically scarred because they were first splattered with vomit and then laughed at her. "My own friends ran away from me screaming like I was some sort of puking boogeyman who was coming to get them. After I finished vomiting on the living room floor, they realized I was in a weakened, pathetic state and began to laugh at me. I am now in the process of hiring psychiatrists for myelf." Rebecca said in a strained voice. "Later in the evening, my boyfriend refused to be intimate with me after I had cleaned up. When he finally agreed to be intimate and took his clothes off in the dim light of our bedroom, all I could see were my big beautiful breasts with a little puke on one nipple staring back at me. Then to top it off, I swear that it morphed into Capitain Morgan's face! I suddenly realized I was still aroused with The Captain's face staring back at me. At this point my brain totally stopped working" Rebecca said while breaking down sobbing. "I don't think I'll ever be able to get it running again!" Alcohol and representatives for its distributors and manufacturers did not return calls regarding Rebecca's lawsuit. "I demand compensation because alcohol, its manufacturers and distributors went absolutely out of their way to make me look like a fool" Rebecca said. "I am asking other people to come foward and join my lawsuit against alcohol, its manufacturers and distributors." you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Oh my gosh Jack. All my vibes are yours and your son's right now. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I just watched the Aerosmith video in the BASE forum - anyone else notice that Steven Tyler is wearing a harness, possibly a container????? WTF? It was really quick, but I saw legstraps, hardware, and maybe shoulder straps and something on his back... Or am I just nuts? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

What if the lady in question likes cheap, dirty fun? That's the best kind, IMHO... Psh. Normal. Normal is booooring!!!! Besides, are there any left?? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Was it schoolgirlish enough? See my edit above... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

This I gotta hear... Clay, call incoming. EDIT: Yes, he was in fact giggling just like I used to. Take it easy, sweetie!!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I completely agree with PhillyKev. He is right on! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

The victim made sure he was conscious for that part, but he'd already lost a bunch of blood by then, so I don't think that was the starting point. Ick. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?