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Fellow CPians, I'd like to tell you about my last night adventure. A friend of mine had a birthday so she invited all her friends to some pub. I met there a girl I've known through mutual friends for the past few years and seen on several occasions. Whenever we met it seemed we had a spark, but when I made a pass at her a couple of months ago she rejected me. So last night she sat beside me and we started talking. She told me she needed a drink, since her latest short-term relationship was about to end. A couple of minutes later we were sitting on the bar drinking who knows what and getting drunk like a redneck on moonshine after his cousin left him for his brother. We spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, dancing to some early 60's classics and of course drinking. Then we went for a walk outside to get some fresh air. At this point we were both very drunk, but even though I drank more than her she was in a worse state than I was - she could hardly walk straight. We sat on a bench, hugging, and she put her head on my shoulder (like the song we've just danced to). I felt like kissing her, and I'm sure she wanted it too (at least earlier in the evening). But she was so drunk (and me too) that I thought it wouldn't be right. I got her some fresh water and soon after we drove home with a couple of friends (the driver was sober). When we got to her home I walked her upstairs and when we parted she gave me a hug and thanked me for the evening. Today we talked again on ICQ (every once in a while we chat on ICQ or talk on the phone). In a couple of days she's flying to NYC for a month. We said we might meet when she's back, but what's the point anyway. The spark seems to be gone by now. It was there for only one night of cheap booze and two lost souls. Isaac Sasson "I hate it. Java sucks. And Java's generics suck harder. And in general, Java just sucks." - David Stone, The Lounge (May 1st 2006)
Isaac Sasson wrote:
It was there for only one night of cheap booze and two lost souls.
Love is Hangovers are like that.
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Fellow CPians, I'd like to tell you about my last night adventure. A friend of mine had a birthday so she invited all her friends to some pub. I met there a girl I've known through mutual friends for the past few years and seen on several occasions. Whenever we met it seemed we had a spark, but when I made a pass at her a couple of months ago she rejected me. So last night she sat beside me and we started talking. She told me she needed a drink, since her latest short-term relationship was about to end. A couple of minutes later we were sitting on the bar drinking who knows what and getting drunk like a redneck on moonshine after his cousin left him for his brother. We spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, dancing to some early 60's classics and of course drinking. Then we went for a walk outside to get some fresh air. At this point we were both very drunk, but even though I drank more than her she was in a worse state than I was - she could hardly walk straight. We sat on a bench, hugging, and she put her head on my shoulder (like the song we've just danced to). I felt like kissing her, and I'm sure she wanted it too (at least earlier in the evening). But she was so drunk (and me too) that I thought it wouldn't be right. I got her some fresh water and soon after we drove home with a couple of friends (the driver was sober). When we got to her home I walked her upstairs and when we parted she gave me a hug and thanked me for the evening. Today we talked again on ICQ (every once in a while we chat on ICQ or talk on the phone). In a couple of days she's flying to NYC for a month. We said we might meet when she's back, but what's the point anyway. The spark seems to be gone by now. It was there for only one night of cheap booze and two lost souls. Isaac Sasson "I hate it. Java sucks. And Java's generics suck harder. And in general, Java just sucks." - David Stone, The Lounge (May 1st 2006)
Amen!
Maxwell Chen
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Fellow CPians, I'd like to tell you about my last night adventure. A friend of mine had a birthday so she invited all her friends to some pub. I met there a girl I've known through mutual friends for the past few years and seen on several occasions. Whenever we met it seemed we had a spark, but when I made a pass at her a couple of months ago she rejected me. So last night she sat beside me and we started talking. She told me she needed a drink, since her latest short-term relationship was about to end. A couple of minutes later we were sitting on the bar drinking who knows what and getting drunk like a redneck on moonshine after his cousin left him for his brother. We spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, dancing to some early 60's classics and of course drinking. Then we went for a walk outside to get some fresh air. At this point we were both very drunk, but even though I drank more than her she was in a worse state than I was - she could hardly walk straight. We sat on a bench, hugging, and she put her head on my shoulder (like the song we've just danced to). I felt like kissing her, and I'm sure she wanted it too (at least earlier in the evening). But she was so drunk (and me too) that I thought it wouldn't be right. I got her some fresh water and soon after we drove home with a couple of friends (the driver was sober). When we got to her home I walked her upstairs and when we parted she gave me a hug and thanked me for the evening. Today we talked again on ICQ (every once in a while we chat on ICQ or talk on the phone). In a couple of days she's flying to NYC for a month. We said we might meet when she's back, but what's the point anyway. The spark seems to be gone by now. It was there for only one night of cheap booze and two lost souls. Isaac Sasson "I hate it. Java sucks. And Java's generics suck harder. And in general, Java just sucks." - David Stone, The Lounge (May 1st 2006)
Isaac Sasson wrote:
She told me she needed a drink, since her latest short-term relationship was about to end.
Don't fall for it! Haven't you ever watched "Cheaters"?
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Fellow CPians, I'd like to tell you about my last night adventure. A friend of mine had a birthday so she invited all her friends to some pub. I met there a girl I've known through mutual friends for the past few years and seen on several occasions. Whenever we met it seemed we had a spark, but when I made a pass at her a couple of months ago she rejected me. So last night she sat beside me and we started talking. She told me she needed a drink, since her latest short-term relationship was about to end. A couple of minutes later we were sitting on the bar drinking who knows what and getting drunk like a redneck on moonshine after his cousin left him for his brother. We spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, dancing to some early 60's classics and of course drinking. Then we went for a walk outside to get some fresh air. At this point we were both very drunk, but even though I drank more than her she was in a worse state than I was - she could hardly walk straight. We sat on a bench, hugging, and she put her head on my shoulder (like the song we've just danced to). I felt like kissing her, and I'm sure she wanted it too (at least earlier in the evening). But she was so drunk (and me too) that I thought it wouldn't be right. I got her some fresh water and soon after we drove home with a couple of friends (the driver was sober). When we got to her home I walked her upstairs and when we parted she gave me a hug and thanked me for the evening. Today we talked again on ICQ (every once in a while we chat on ICQ or talk on the phone). In a couple of days she's flying to NYC for a month. We said we might meet when she's back, but what's the point anyway. The spark seems to be gone by now. It was there for only one night of cheap booze and two lost souls. Isaac Sasson "I hate it. Java sucks. And Java's generics suck harder. And in general, Java just sucks." - David Stone, The Lounge (May 1st 2006)
I think you should try to hook her up with Link2006 or matt@matt. No, wait, then we'll get nothing but additional bullcrap from them, similar to your post, but worse.
"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass..." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997
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"...the staggering layers of obscenity in your statement make it a work of art on so many levels." - Jason Jystad, 10/26/2001 -
Fellow CPians, I'd like to tell you about my last night adventure. A friend of mine had a birthday so she invited all her friends to some pub. I met there a girl I've known through mutual friends for the past few years and seen on several occasions. Whenever we met it seemed we had a spark, but when I made a pass at her a couple of months ago she rejected me. So last night she sat beside me and we started talking. She told me she needed a drink, since her latest short-term relationship was about to end. A couple of minutes later we were sitting on the bar drinking who knows what and getting drunk like a redneck on moonshine after his cousin left him for his brother. We spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, dancing to some early 60's classics and of course drinking. Then we went for a walk outside to get some fresh air. At this point we were both very drunk, but even though I drank more than her she was in a worse state than I was - she could hardly walk straight. We sat on a bench, hugging, and she put her head on my shoulder (like the song we've just danced to). I felt like kissing her, and I'm sure she wanted it too (at least earlier in the evening). But she was so drunk (and me too) that I thought it wouldn't be right. I got her some fresh water and soon after we drove home with a couple of friends (the driver was sober). When we got to her home I walked her upstairs and when we parted she gave me a hug and thanked me for the evening. Today we talked again on ICQ (every once in a while we chat on ICQ or talk on the phone). In a couple of days she's flying to NYC for a month. We said we might meet when she's back, but what's the point anyway. The spark seems to be gone by now. It was there for only one night of cheap booze and two lost souls. Isaac Sasson "I hate it. Java sucks. And Java's generics suck harder. And in general, Java just sucks." - David Stone, The Lounge (May 1st 2006)
You may have your songs mixed up. Perhaps it was this one[^]. :) Chris Meech I am Canadian. [heard in a local bar] When I want privacy, I'll close the bathroom door. [Stan Shannon] GOOD DAY FOR: Bean counters, as the Australian Taxation Office said that prostitutes and strippers could claim tax deductions for adult toys and sexy lingerie. [Associated Press]
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Fellow CPians, I'd like to tell you about my last night adventure. A friend of mine had a birthday so she invited all her friends to some pub. I met there a girl I've known through mutual friends for the past few years and seen on several occasions. Whenever we met it seemed we had a spark, but when I made a pass at her a couple of months ago she rejected me. So last night she sat beside me and we started talking. She told me she needed a drink, since her latest short-term relationship was about to end. A couple of minutes later we were sitting on the bar drinking who knows what and getting drunk like a redneck on moonshine after his cousin left him for his brother. We spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, dancing to some early 60's classics and of course drinking. Then we went for a walk outside to get some fresh air. At this point we were both very drunk, but even though I drank more than her she was in a worse state than I was - she could hardly walk straight. We sat on a bench, hugging, and she put her head on my shoulder (like the song we've just danced to). I felt like kissing her, and I'm sure she wanted it too (at least earlier in the evening). But she was so drunk (and me too) that I thought it wouldn't be right. I got her some fresh water and soon after we drove home with a couple of friends (the driver was sober). When we got to her home I walked her upstairs and when we parted she gave me a hug and thanked me for the evening. Today we talked again on ICQ (every once in a while we chat on ICQ or talk on the phone). In a couple of days she's flying to NYC for a month. We said we might meet when she's back, but what's the point anyway. The spark seems to be gone by now. It was there for only one night of cheap booze and two lost souls. Isaac Sasson "I hate it. Java sucks. And Java's generics suck harder. And in general, Java just sucks." - David Stone, The Lounge (May 1st 2006)
Isaac Sasson wrote:
But she was so drunk (and me too) that I thought it wouldn't be right.
You exert more self control than many of us, Isaac. regards, Paul Watson Ireland Feed Henry!
eh, stop bugging me about it, give it a couple of days, see what happens.
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I think you should try to hook her up with Link2006 or matt@matt. No, wait, then we'll get nothing but additional bullcrap from them, similar to your post, but worse.
"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass..." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997
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"...the staggering layers of obscenity in your statement make it a work of art on so many levels." - Jason Jystad, 10/26/2001Oh yeah, being a 40 year old outlaw programmer in midwest US suburbia is way cooler than my puny little excuse for a life... Isaac Sasson "I hate it. Java sucks. And Java's generics suck harder. And in general, Java just sucks." - David Stone, The Lounge (May 1st 2006)
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Oh yeah, being a 40 year old outlaw programmer in midwest US suburbia is way cooler than my puny little excuse for a life... Isaac Sasson "I hate it. Java sucks. And Java's generics suck harder. And in general, Java just sucks." - David Stone, The Lounge (May 1st 2006)
Isaac Sasson wrote:
Oh yeah, being a 40 year old outlaw programmer in midwest US suburbia is way cooler than my puny little excuse for a life...
I don't know about that. I kind of picture a whole TRON thing except with more desolation and better graphics. I bet that would be cool. Besides, didn't you just post about how you had the hots for some chick and didn't get any action?
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I think you should try to hook her up with Link2006 or matt@matt. No, wait, then we'll get nothing but additional bullcrap from them, similar to your post, but worse.
"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass..." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997
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"...the staggering layers of obscenity in your statement make it a work of art on so many levels." - Jason Jystad, 10/26/2001John Simmons / outlaw programmer wrote:
I think you should try to hook her up with Link2006 or matt@matt. No, wait, then we'll get nothing but additional bullcrap from them, similar to your post, but worse.
:laugh: Regards, Nish
Nish’s thoughts on MFC, C++/CLI and .NET (my blog)
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Fellow CPians, I'd like to tell you about my last night adventure. A friend of mine had a birthday so she invited all her friends to some pub. I met there a girl I've known through mutual friends for the past few years and seen on several occasions. Whenever we met it seemed we had a spark, but when I made a pass at her a couple of months ago she rejected me. So last night she sat beside me and we started talking. She told me she needed a drink, since her latest short-term relationship was about to end. A couple of minutes later we were sitting on the bar drinking who knows what and getting drunk like a redneck on moonshine after his cousin left him for his brother. We spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, dancing to some early 60's classics and of course drinking. Then we went for a walk outside to get some fresh air. At this point we were both very drunk, but even though I drank more than her she was in a worse state than I was - she could hardly walk straight. We sat on a bench, hugging, and she put her head on my shoulder (like the song we've just danced to). I felt like kissing her, and I'm sure she wanted it too (at least earlier in the evening). But she was so drunk (and me too) that I thought it wouldn't be right. I got her some fresh water and soon after we drove home with a couple of friends (the driver was sober). When we got to her home I walked her upstairs and when we parted she gave me a hug and thanked me for the evening. Today we talked again on ICQ (every once in a while we chat on ICQ or talk on the phone). In a couple of days she's flying to NYC for a month. We said we might meet when she's back, but what's the point anyway. The spark seems to be gone by now. It was there for only one night of cheap booze and two lost souls. Isaac Sasson "I hate it. Java sucks. And Java's generics suck harder. And in general, Java just sucks." - David Stone, The Lounge (May 1st 2006)
Isaac Sasson wrote:
The spark seems to be gone by now. It was there for only one night of cheap booze and two lost souls.
Very poetic. Marc Pensieve Some people believe what the bible says. Literally. At least [with Wikipedia] you have the chance to correct the wiki -- Jörgen Sigvardsson
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Isaac Sasson wrote:
But she was so drunk (and me too) that I thought it wouldn't be right.
You exert more self control than many of us, Isaac. regards, Paul Watson Ireland Feed Henry!
eh, stop bugging me about it, give it a couple of days, see what happens.
Paul Watson wrote:
You exert more self control than many of us, Isaac.
Maybe he was too drunk to figure out how to kiss her :) Regards, Nish
Nish’s thoughts on MFC, C++/CLI and .NET (my blog)
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I think you should try to hook her up with Link2006 or matt@matt. No, wait, then we'll get nothing but additional bullcrap from them, similar to your post, but worse.
"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass..." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997
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"...the staggering layers of obscenity in your statement make it a work of art on so many levels." - Jason Jystad, 10/26/2001too funny ! :laugh: :laugh:
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Oh yeah, being a 40 year old outlaw programmer in midwest US suburbia is way cooler than my puny little excuse for a life... Isaac Sasson "I hate it. Java sucks. And Java's generics suck harder. And in general, Java just sucks." - David Stone, The Lounge (May 1st 2006)
I'm 50, but other than that, yeah, my life probably is "way cooler"... :)
"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass..." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997
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"...the staggering layers of obscenity in your statement make it a work of art on so many levels." - Jason Jystad, 10/26/2001 -
I'm 50, but other than that, yeah, my life probably is "way cooler"... :)
"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass..." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997
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"...the staggering layers of obscenity in your statement make it a work of art on so many levels." - Jason Jystad, 10/26/2001John Simmons / outlaw programmer wrote:
I'm 50, but other than that, yeah, my life probably is "way cooler"...
I believe Isaac was being sarcastic there :-) Regards, Nish
Nish’s thoughts on MFC, C++/CLI and .NET (my blog)
Currently working on C++/CLI in Action for Manning Publications. -
Isaac Sasson wrote:
It was there for only one night of cheap booze and two lost souls.
Love is Hangovers are like that.
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D'you get a chance to look at the new keybindings stuff? :)
Once you wanted revolution
Now you're the institution
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Fellow CPians, I'd like to tell you about my last night adventure. A friend of mine had a birthday so she invited all her friends to some pub. I met there a girl I've known through mutual friends for the past few years and seen on several occasions. Whenever we met it seemed we had a spark, but when I made a pass at her a couple of months ago she rejected me. So last night she sat beside me and we started talking. She told me she needed a drink, since her latest short-term relationship was about to end. A couple of minutes later we were sitting on the bar drinking who knows what and getting drunk like a redneck on moonshine after his cousin left him for his brother. We spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, dancing to some early 60's classics and of course drinking. Then we went for a walk outside to get some fresh air. At this point we were both very drunk, but even though I drank more than her she was in a worse state than I was - she could hardly walk straight. We sat on a bench, hugging, and she put her head on my shoulder (like the song we've just danced to). I felt like kissing her, and I'm sure she wanted it too (at least earlier in the evening). But she was so drunk (and me too) that I thought it wouldn't be right. I got her some fresh water and soon after we drove home with a couple of friends (the driver was sober). When we got to her home I walked her upstairs and when we parted she gave me a hug and thanked me for the evening. Today we talked again on ICQ (every once in a while we chat on ICQ or talk on the phone). In a couple of days she's flying to NYC for a month. We said we might meet when she's back, but what's the point anyway. The spark seems to be gone by now. It was there for only one night of cheap booze and two lost souls. Isaac Sasson "I hate it. Java sucks. And Java's generics suck harder. And in general, Java just sucks." - David Stone, The Lounge (May 1st 2006)
You know, that sounds much like the way I met this one girl. At a party, drinking too much. :-O After that we were emailing each other, then we were chatting on AIM (we're both phone-a-phobes), then dating, then love, then boom, we got married and still are to this day. :) So I'm glad I went to that party, I'm glad I met her, I'm glad I married her. :cool: + :rose:
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I'm 50, but other than that, yeah, my life probably is "way cooler"... :)
"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass..." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997
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"...the staggering layers of obscenity in your statement make it a work of art on so many levels." - Jason Jystad, 10/26/2001John Simmons / outlaw programmer wrote:
I'm 50
:omg: I didn't know that; for some reason that surprises me. Uptil now, I've pictured you as this dark black-haired, rough-shaven young 30 year old white guy with lots of Calvin stickers and Nascar #3 memorials on the back of his rusty red pickup... :)
Tech, life, family, faith: Give me a visit. I'm currently blogging about: Islamic Domination: Coming to a Jewish state near you! The apostle Paul, modernly speaking: Epistles of Paul Judah Himango
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John Simmons / outlaw programmer wrote:
I'm 50
:omg: I didn't know that; for some reason that surprises me. Uptil now, I've pictured you as this dark black-haired, rough-shaven young 30 year old white guy with lots of Calvin stickers and Nascar #3 memorials on the back of his rusty red pickup... :)
Tech, life, family, faith: Give me a visit. I'm currently blogging about: Islamic Domination: Coming to a Jewish state near you! The apostle Paul, modernly speaking: Epistles of Paul Judah Himango
Actually, I'm a graying-blonde rough-shaven 50-year-old white guy with no stickers on his 2004 Crown Victoria.
"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass..." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997
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"...the staggering layers of obscenity in your statement make it a work of art on so many levels." - Jason Jystad, 10/26/2001 -
Actually, I'm a graying-blonde rough-shaven 50-year-old white guy with no stickers on his 2004 Crown Victoria.
"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass..." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997
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"...the staggering layers of obscenity in your statement make it a work of art on so many levels." - Jason Jystad, 10/26/2001John Simmons / outlaw programmer wrote:
blonde...2004 Crown Victoria
Blonde too! Wow. So much for stereotypes. :) *edit* this just came to me. You can still fit the stereotype after all: you're an aging version of Bo Duke. :-D
Tech, life, family, faith: Give me a visit. I'm currently blogging about: Islamic Domination: Coming to a Jewish state near you! The apostle Paul, modernly speaking: Epistles of Paul Judah Himango
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Isaac Sasson wrote:
But she was so drunk (and me too) that I thought it wouldn't be right.
You exert more self control than many of us, Isaac. regards, Paul Watson Ireland Feed Henry!
eh, stop bugging me about it, give it a couple of days, see what happens.
Paul Watson wrote:
You exert more self control than many of us, Isaac.
Riiiiiight. He was probably too scared to. People make excuses for fear all the time. Jeremy Falcon