Lion-Hearted, I mean. We got Richard Sr., Louis 13, and Boleslav the Pole. I'm thinking you're all-Brit, despite some French Canadian tendencies, which explains a lot.
Regardless, on to the responses:
I must say I am shocked any hobbyist who has a significant other would be the one to suggest getting his and hers tracking devices.
>> She was pushing for the whole "Where the Hell Are My Kids" app on the iSpy iPhone. I said it made me feel uncomfortable. So I suggested an alternative. The one with "Life" in the title. And before I knew what was happening, she loved it. And it was dicey for a while there. (MAYBE I WAS TRYING TO BE CAUGHT -- NOT HOLDING THE ANKLES OF A PIECE OF ASS in a shady motel necessarily -- but more so: "Were you in Gardena last night?" "Gardena? No, my phone got stolen -- but then I stole it back...Whatcha cooking?"
Also: Google Voice was nice -- at first -- but now with ConvoiApp and others, you can have 10 different numbers coming from/directed to your phone for $4 a month.
That's in the same league with getting matching tattoos with the girl you picked up in a bar last night.
It would explain sooooo much.
>> Not even close. Getting tattoos with a drunk bimbo is a story you'll have the rest of your life and it could be a good one if you're not crotchety and bitter about it. Might even say it and show it to land another bird on your erotic inkspot.
Some stupid things we do are near-impossible to undo.
>> Yes, on this, I agree with you. And rarely do I agree with you. Seeing that you seem fixated on disagreeing with just about everyone in here. Do you have an actual gavel that you bang on your desk to "virtually" call this discussion board to order each morning?
BTW, if the bucket of water you have for dessert has gooey lumps in it, then you drank her douche-pail by mistake.
>> Nah, ya didn't get it. Bucket of water = To put out the loin-lapping fire I'm walking out with after a heavy and time-sensitive 60 minute in-call. Sometimes, I fog my car up before I can turn the ignition on. Tricky at lunch hour but I'm in a much more relaxed mood in the afternoon. All good.
May you have peace in your heart, Mr Lion.
Me? I'm an ornery, salmon-sucking, honey-stealing, semi-hibernating grizzly bear. After I was chased by one up a fire tower on Kodiak Island, they made me an honorary bear. How'd you get settle on "Lion-Hearted" or is this interpretative? We're supposed to connect the dots? Hmmm...Male lions are generally the laziest animals on earth -- females do all the work -- sleep 20 hours a day -- they in-fight a lot, expect the wifey to give paw-baths and take care of the cubs -- and most of all, they're scavengers. Rarely do they secure their own food. Always on the dole because of their roar 000 despite hippos or elephants or rhinos or gorillas all higher on the kick-ass chart.
Anyway, nice chatting.
And the douche bucket line? No need for an apology. I understand your limitations.