OT My poor daughter

Sep 28, 2003 36 Replies

On Sun, 28 Sep 2003 20:21:46 -0400, "Tim Rogers" began spewing the following from their cake-hole:

Yeah.... I remember when I was younger going to a department store and seeing how almost every t-shirt there was AT LEAST a "large" size and saying "What about those of us who aren't so damn big!?!?" Now I go look at my stack of t-shirts (that's all I wear....I hate collars and that fancy crap) and think "Jeez! This 'large' t-shirt must have shrank up!" I bought a t-shirt once for my wife to wear that was like XXXXX-Large. Like a s a night-shirt. I put it on the other day. Wow, it felt good. Don't get me wrong. I'm not *that* fat or anything, but a "large" t-shirt is getting to the point where it's not very comfortable. I can't quite figure out why that is.

*dips cheese-covered homemade french-fry into bowl of gravy and begins munching on it while eyeing bowl chili/cheese dip with spoon tantalizingly stuck in it* *sips whiskey/coke drink* Yeah, I'm in pretty good shape. Just could stand to drop a pound or two. Of cholesterol and fat.

-- Travis '63 VW Camo Baja...

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that soak into your ears are whispered, not yelled.

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On Sun, 28 Sep 2003 20:21:46 -0400, "Tim Rogers" ran around screaming and yelling:

i hear that tim....and come to think of it, im not getting any younger... J

..*blink*...you mean I shouldn't have ordered that second fillet mignon and the bernaise sauce along with the $48 dollar bottle of wine and assorted side dishes for dinner last night??

...Gareth (who had a $100 gift certificate for a schmancy restaurant ...and managed to go over of course...hehe)

I've heard of that happening.

Randy

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On Sun, 28 Sep 2003 21:11:08 -0400, Gary Tateosian ran around screaming and yelling:

well from the "tone" of that comment i think we all know that you know the answer... J

I have been to the US 4 or 5 times. Every time I go there I buy lots of XXL and XXXL tshirts, adn Chilean biggest you can get in a normal store is XXL and that does not fit me at all...

Last time I was there was 3 years ago... I am runing out of tshirts .)

I'm 5' 7" and 145 lbs. Neither beer bellys nor clothing size problems. = ;)

snipped-for-privacy@stafford.net (J Stafford) wrote in news: snipped-for-privacy@m-0-33.docsis.hbci.com:

Ya'll make me sick.............

I am 6'1" and have been 250+ since I was 14. I eat less than most of you scronies and still cannot be slim. Now I am 38 and, well I don't want to talk about weight!!!! I am not gaining, just holding within a 10 pound window. I think alot of it is sitting behind this keyboard 8 hours a day. Every job has its hazards.

My body runs like a VW. Just sips the fuel and stores the HELL out of the rest. I have tried every diet under the sun and followed to the letter and I am still a big guy. I am doomed!!!! But I am happy!!!

Terry: Some people were simply made to be big. It's not a bad thing at all. I have a friend of Western Russian ancestry (Mongol?) who is short and quite heavy. Kids called him Block Man. He works out every single day - running, bicycling, swimming and he eats very reasonably. He stays big! It's his physiology to be big. His doctor said that he has a very healthy cardio-vascular system and told him "Nature built you to survive a long, hard Winter in which the rest of us sociably thin types would die! Enjoy life!"

And that's what I'd say to you: Enjoy Life. You are okay in my book.

Yeah, what John said. Not all people are the same. Some are bigger, some are smaller. Don't mean squat as long as you are happy & healthy.

Randy

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lol......

"Cool. Now daddy is posting pictures of me eating on the Internet."

its not a schmancy restaurant until you have to spend $48 a glass.......

On Tue, 30 Sep 2003 10:36:25 GMT, "Ace" began spewing the following from their cake-hole:

I got a VERY pleasant surprise at work yesterday so my wife and I went out to dinner to celebrate. Went to Vinnie's Steakhouse. They had a "cowboy steak" that was a 41 oz prime rib cut of some sort that I was tempted to attempt, but I settled on a medium-rare 18 oz "king cut" prime rib. Kim got the 8 oz filet, medium-well. They brought the steaks out and they were both undercooked...but... I *loved* mine. It was barely warm in the center, but DELICIOUS and I ate it all. I'd tried to get Kim to try a medium rare steak before, and last night she did. Her steak was bloody in the middle but she went for it anyway and ate every bit of it. I think next time I order a steak (unless it's at this steakhouse) I'm gonna order it RARE. And *love* it.

-- Travis '63 VW Camo Baja...

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that soak into your ears are whispered, not yelled.

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On Tue, 30 Sep 2003 07:57:12 -0400, travis ran around screaming and yelling:

why don't you just stop on the way home and latch on to a cow in a field? J

On Tue, 30 Sep 2003 08:02:38 -0400, Joey Tribiani began spewing the following from their cake-hole:

mmmmm..... cow... *Homer Simpson drooling sound*

-- Travis '63 VW Camo Baja...

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JOKE TIME!!!!

ONCE A BAPTIST ALWAYS THINK LIKE A BAPTIST

John Smith was the only Protestant to move into a large Catholic neighborhood.

On the first Friday of Lent, John was outside grilling a big juicy steak on his grill.

Meanwhile, all of his neighbors were eating cold tuna fish for supper. This went on each Friday of Lent. On the last Friday of Lent, the neighborhood men got together and decided that something had to be done about John, he was tempting them to eat meat each Friday of Lent, and they couldn't take it anymore. They decided to try and convert John to be a Catholic.

They went over and talked to him and were so happy that he decided to join all of his neighbors and become a Catholic. They took him to Church, and the Priest sprinkled some water over him, and said, "You were born a Baptist, you were raised a Baptist, and now you are a Catholic."

The men were so relieved, now their biggest Lenten temptation was resolved.

The next year's Lenten season rolled around. The first Friday of Lent came, and just at supper time, when the neighborhood was setting down to their tuna fish dinner, came the wafting smell of steak cooking on a grill. The neighborhood men could not believe their noses! WHAT WAS GOING ON?

They called each other up and decided to meet over in John's yard to see if he had forgotten it was the first Friday of Lent?

The group arrived just in time to see John standing over his grill with a small pitcher of water. He was sprinkling some water over his steak on the grill, saying,

"You were born a cow, you were raised a cow, and now you are a fish."

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