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    • I'm on fire when my mother in law is mentioned

      • Here are a few examples of when I am on fire:

        When my mother in law comes to visit.
        When I have to visit my mother in law.
        When my mother in law calls.
        When my mother in law is mentioned in conversation.

        Need I say more?

        I swear if Plinky ever asks "Tell me about your mother in law" I will have the longest post ever. And then get in a lot of trouble.

      • answered by gibtown on 05/03/2009
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    • Hamburger-Dog is a tasty 'broke meal'

      • I was once a young, broke enlisted person in the Air Force. Oh, and in a crappy marriage. Anyway...

        So we often were low on funds and low on food. I remember one day we were trying to figure out what we were going to eat for dinner since we knew there wasn't much in the house.

        We had some left over hot dog buns and a pound of frozen hamburger meat. I told my wife-at-the-time that we could thaw out the hamburger meat and roll the meat in to hot dog shaped "patties" and have hamburgers.

        Her response: "That's disgusting! How can we eat hamburgers with hot dog buns! No way!"

        Seriously.

        And no, we didn't have my hamburger-hot dog concoction.

      • answered by gibtown on 05/03/2009
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    • Oh, to be in Honolulu, HI

      • I think it was the summer between my 9th and 10th grade years. I didn't want to be there. My brother didn't want to be there. I am sure my parents were tired of both of us. Spoiled, right? Complaining about being in Hawaii. Smart kids we were. Keep in mind, though, we traveled a lot. We lived in Europe for over 6 years and went everywhere. So to us, this was nothing. But that is not the story.

        It was our 2nd or 3rd day there and my brother and I are swimming in the ocean. Suddenly, I get stung on the ankle! It buuuurned. Hurt so much. It was a Portuguese man-o-war! One of its tentacles clipped me.

        Well that was enough to keep me out of the water for the rest of the trip. My brother, however, swam everyday and nothing ever happened to him. Well, it was the day before we were scheduled to leave. My brother convinced me to get in the water one...more...time.

        Wouldn't you know it, another damn man-o-war got me. This time, it wrapped itself around my forearm. My whole are blew up to a puffy red. Talk about pain. To this day, I HATE going in to the ocean.

        Isn't it funny that the only real thing i remember about this "paradise" was those damn Portuguese man-o-war's?

      • answered by gibtown on 04/17/2009
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