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Hayward is in town

Core4 said:
This.
Good info. I forgot about the toilet paper story. He and his wife are going to have fun shopping for a new house.

Realtor: Are you pre-approved?
Mrs. Hayward: No, is that a problem?
Realtor: Ummm, yeah, you really need to be pre-approved before we can submit an offer.
Mrs. Hayward: How much do we need to give you to submit an offer?
Realtor: Well, not the entire amount, but you will need 20% of the purchase price as a down payment
Gordon (pulling out a HUGE wad of cash): I think I have the 20% right here.
Realtor (blushing): OH MY...I wondered what that huge bulge was in your pants.
*(Awkward pause and nasty glare by Mrs. Hayward)
Realtor (clearing throat): Do you have a lender for the remainder of the loan?
Mrs Hayward: No, is that a problem?
Realtor: well, how are you going to pay for the house?
Gordon (putting his hands in his pocket and pushing out his pants impressively): Cash!
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It's a good thing you didn't post a picture of this or we might have to give you an infraction...
 
moevillini said:
It's a good thing you didn't post a picture of this or we might have to give you an infraction...
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I learned my lesson posting a picture of Karl on draft night. But it still chaps my hide the same pic was allowed a couple years later with apparently no infraction (was not removed).
 
[size/HUGE] fixed [/size];869213 said:
I just don't like you guys. So, I give you my best-worst. If you'd stop posting, that'd be great.
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You DID stopped posting. And that was GREAT.



and then you came back.
 
Oh man... I had to eat another gallon of ice cream. First the jazz have not traded for boodogcarlos the corn dog, haven't offered anything to Jimmer dimples, and did nothing to get Jaba Parker. I went to the bishop for a blessing, a priest for confession, aligned my chakras with a tantric master, sacrificed a lamb and a chicken, and drank three gallons of bovine urine. What else can I do to remove my anxiety? I guess I need to stand on my head, hold my breath, and punch myself in the throat. I can't handle the stress anymore.
 
jazzlurker said:
Oh man... I had to eat another gallon of ice cream. First the jazz have not traded for boodogcarlos the corn dog, haven't offered anything to Jimmer dimples, and did nothing to get Jaba Parker. I went to the bishop for a blessing, a priest for confession, aligned my chakras with a tantric master, sacrificed a lamb and a chicken, and drank three gallons of bovine urine. What else can I do to remove my anxiety? I guess I need to stand on my head, hold my breath, and punch myself in the throat. I can't handle the stress anymore.
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Removing yourself permanently from the gene pool would help. AT least go in for a snip-snip so you can't reproduce.
 
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