Many is the time I’ve gotten halfway through typing a response only to lose interest in my own opinion.

I just want the game to be good. There will be plenty of Rule 34 material on the companions available later.

It was a frozen yogurt company. The ice cream was a ruse to smoke out those not committed to the cause.

What, Netanyahu cynically making political moves for his own gain and damn the consequences, stop, that’s crazy man, you’re blowing my mind, dude.

Sadly, no.

Just got back from voting, no wait. It’s about a 10 minute walk from my house to the polling place. They had 3 lanes open for people to check in, only 1 was occupied. I was in and out in under 5 minutes. Longest I’ve ever had to wait was probably 45-60 minutes in 2016 but that was at a different polling place that was always poorly organized.

Just got back from voting and I was looking for an opportunity to mention how attractive the lady that checked me in was.

You can dish it out but you can’t take it? Well, so can I!

sHaLL NoT bE InFrinGeD!!!

“Spearing ham on a broom handle” is how I refer to my bachelor days.

Obviously.

Sad that I can’t tell if that’s a Trump supporter or not…“He didn’t mean me, I’m one of the good ones!”

Might be a typo? A donor phlebotomy technician is one who specializes in drawing blood from donors, I guess as opposed to ones who do the lab work.

I struck up a conversation with a guy at a bar one time, turned out he was an animal control officer and the county shelter had just had a bad outbreak of parvovirus. He said he had spent the whole week just euthanizing dogs from sunup to sundown. He looked rough.

Hospital security guard. Had to help hold down suicidal mental patients so the nurses could put restraints on them. Had to escort counselors from Child Protective Services when they were collecting babies from the maternity ward, so that angry family members didn’t attack them in the parking lot. Had to help wheel bodies down to the loading dock when the mortician came to collect them. Had to stop grieving relatives from trying to rush the ER or operating room when their loved one was on the table.

I quit after walking into the ER one time to see one of my coworker guards getting a wound on his neck examined while the other guard said, “Dude, you just missed the excitement! Lenny just got bit by a crackhead!”

I work with a Burl (short for Burlin) and he’s probably pushing 70…haven’t seen any Horaces around lately, though. For a lady, Constance.

Just got our small sailboat put away for winter storage. Tomorrow, driving a couple hours back to my hometown to visit my grandma who was recently diagnosed with cancer. On Sunday, maybe I will get around to fixing the loose step on our back deck. Or maybe I will put it off for another week.

I feel like “don’t try to get with your kid’s best friend’s mom” is also an option that should be on the table.

That said, don’t go the Facebook friend route. The intent is too ambiguous and doesn’t get you any closer to your goal. I’d favor either the direct approach (the classic, “would you like to go out for a drink sometime?”) or tie it to an activity you’d both be doing already anyway (“My son and I are going out for pizza after the t-ball game, would you and your son like to join us?” (I don’t know how old your kids are)).

I got called “Mr. Left Face” once.