From one of the reviewers at RateBeer.com,reviewing Pig's Eye Pilsner:
Smells like a kernel of corn took a morning piss. Tastes worse. Even in the can, fresh (or as best as you can expect), this had to be one of the worst of the cheapies available for the Oklahoma campus cheap drinkers. Sometimes when you swig back a drink from the can it feels slimy like someone already puked in the can for you.
And really, what more could you ask for?
Smells like a kernel of corn took a morning piss. Tastes worse. Even in the can, fresh (or as best as you can expect), this had to be one of the worst of the cheapies available for the Oklahoma campus cheap drinkers. Sometimes when you swig back a drink from the can it feels slimy like someone already puked in the can for you.
And really, what more could you ask for?
- Location:Home
- Mood:
amused - Music:Brandi Carlile - My Story
Found this earlier, and thought it was almost creepily accurate... well, the detailed breakdown that none of you get to read is pretty creepily accurate....
My Personality
My Personality
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| You are introverted, reserved, and quiet with a preference for solitude and solitary activities. Your socializing tends to be restricted to a few close friends. Stressful and frustrating situations can sometimes be upsetting to you, but you are often able to get over these feelings and cope with these situations. Novelty, variety, and change spice up your life and make you a curious, imaginative, and creative person. You have some concern with others' needs, and are generally pleasant, sympathetic, and cooperative. You are reasonably reliable, organized, and self-controlled. |
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- Mood:Profoundly Sad
I should probably start off by saying that I have zero tolerance from telemarketers, so I'm pretty familiar with the laws involved...
So, for the past few months, my girlfriend has been getting a ton of calls from this number on her phone. A little research showed it to be some sort of debt consolidation service. It appears that they're using an Indian back office, but some people also claim they're located in Costa Rica. Regardless, the calls have become really annoying, especially since both of us have our cell phones registered with the National Do-Not-Call Registry.
Today, I just happened to be home when they called her. She told them in no uncertain terms to "stop fücking calling". So, of course, they called back maybe two minutes later. Frustrated, she asked me to pick it up.
ME: Hullo?
Guy With Incredibly Thick Indian Accent: (yelling) HELLO!? HELLO?!
ME: Yes, hello?
GWITIA: Yes, may I speak to Miss (MY GIRLFRIEND).
ME: No, you can't. Look, you keep calling us, and every time you do, you're breaking the law. Under Title 47, Section 5, Subsection 2 of U.S.C. 227, since you don't have an existing business relationship with us, and because this is a cell phone, we could sue you for $500 every time you call. Do you understand that?
GWITIA: Well that may be true, but...
ME: No, but nothing. Hell, (MY GIRLFRIEND) just told you maybe two minutes ago not to call again. Why would you call back?
GWITIA: I don't know, it's an autodialer. But...
ME: Don't you know it's illegal to use an autodialer to call a cell phone?
GWITIA: Well...
ME: Look, if you call back again, I swear I'll have our lawyer sue your company to hell. And with the number of calls you guys have made to us, that's a pretty hefty chunk. Got it?
Truth is, one of my best friends is a lawyer who salivates at the idea of suing questionable financial services...
GWITIA: But sir, you...
ME: No. No. Just stop calling.
GWITIA: Ok, ok, ok... but may I please ask a question?
ME:... sure, shoot the moon.
GWITIA: Are you a politician of the United States?
ME: ...
ME: ...no.
GWITIA: Are you a policeman?
ME: No.
(short pause)
GWITIA: It's just that I was thinking you must be very wealthy to not need to consolidate you debts.
ME:

ME: No, really. Stop calling. Really.
So, for the past few months, my girlfriend has been getting a ton of calls from this number on her phone. A little research showed it to be some sort of debt consolidation service. It appears that they're using an Indian back office, but some people also claim they're located in Costa Rica. Regardless, the calls have become really annoying, especially since both of us have our cell phones registered with the National Do-Not-Call Registry.
Today, I just happened to be home when they called her. She told them in no uncertain terms to "stop fücking calling". So, of course, they called back maybe two minutes later. Frustrated, she asked me to pick it up.
ME: Hullo?
Guy With Incredibly Thick Indian Accent: (yelling) HELLO!? HELLO?!
ME: Yes, hello?
GWITIA: Yes, may I speak to Miss (MY GIRLFRIEND).
ME: No, you can't. Look, you keep calling us, and every time you do, you're breaking the law. Under Title 47, Section 5, Subsection 2 of U.S.C. 227, since you don't have an existing business relationship with us, and because this is a cell phone, we could sue you for $500 every time you call. Do you understand that?
GWITIA: Well that may be true, but...
ME: No, but nothing. Hell, (MY GIRLFRIEND) just told you maybe two minutes ago not to call again. Why would you call back?
GWITIA: I don't know, it's an autodialer. But...
ME:
GWITIA: Well...
ME: Look, if you call back again, I swear I'll have our lawyer sue your company to hell. And with the number of calls you guys have made to us, that's a pretty hefty chunk. Got it?
Truth is, one of my best friends is a lawyer who salivates at the idea of suing questionable financial services...
GWITIA: But sir, you...
ME: No. No. Just stop calling.
GWITIA: Ok, ok, ok... but may I please ask a question?
ME:
GWITIA: Are you a politician of the United States?
ME: ...
ME: ...no.
GWITIA: Are you a policeman?
ME: No.
(short pause)
GWITIA: It's just that I was thinking you must be very wealthy to not need to consolidate you debts.
ME:
ME: No, really. Stop calling. Really.
Your results:
You are Mr. Freeze
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You are Mr. Freeze
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You are cold and you think everyone else should be also, literally.![]() |
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One train ride and $79 lighter ($40 of which was settling up taxes I didn't have to fully pay when I bought the car in Indiana) and the new car now has plates. Woo!
It never fails to amaze me, the money you can save by just going with a quality car that's just a little older. Our new car is not perfect, but it's nice. For almost 22 years old it's amazing. And we actually paid less for it that our old (1996) Toyota Corolla was worth when it got totaled. Not bad for a car that was nearly $75K new.
Now to move on to the next vehicle goal. Mmmm... Soviet luxury cars...
It never fails to amaze me, the money you can save by just going with a quality car that's just a little older. Our new car is not perfect, but it's nice. For almost 22 years old it's amazing. And we actually paid less for it that our old (1996) Toyota Corolla was worth when it got totaled. Not bad for a car that was nearly $75K new.
Now to move on to the next vehicle goal. Mmmm... Soviet luxury cars...
And none of them are much better than spending it making homemade spaghetti and meatballs (everything from scratch and without cans) with your housemates. It also doesn't hurt to add in homemade balsamic vinagrette and bread.
Thank FSM for Argentinian parmesan.
Thank FSM for Argentinian parmesan.
- Mood:busy
Financial Aid disbursement. Thank you Jeebus.
- Mood:
jubilant - Music:Bangguru - I Wanna Dance
It seems that insomnia is, unfortunately, not helping me find any solution how to deal with S. What it all comes down to, sadly, is how do you deal with someone who you love but who also treats you like a cat treats a mouse?
Luckily, I don't need the insomnia to give me the solution. I already know the solution, unpalatable as it is: I just have to end it, period. Which, since I've (stupidly) agreed to a dinner-date on Monday, I'll have the chance to do very soon.
Luckily, I don't need the insomnia to give me the solution. I already know the solution, unpalatable as it is: I just have to end it, period. Which, since I've (stupidly) agreed to a dinner-date on Monday, I'll have the chance to do very soon.
- Mood:
pessimistic - Music:Monomatik - I Know It's Over (And It Never Really Began)
