Oh, Tom, you are not the only one tempted by that bookstore. Indie bookstores may not make much of a living, but the restaurant/bar attached to a bookstore might. Especially if the Cobble Hill area really does "up and come", it could become one of those friendly places to hang out and have a beer. Like Starbucks inside a B&N, only with alcohol and atmosphere.

Man, I'm sick of my job.

Nevada couple blame Internet for neglect: >[link]

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Those poor babies.

Those poor babies.

I know. I can't even wrap my brain around it, and I'm pretty addicted to the internet.

And a horrible part of me is thinking, "God, if they're that obsessed with gaming, how'd they ever manage to have kids?"

"God, if they're that obsessed with gaming, how'd they ever manage to have kids?"

They each rolled a twenty on initiative?

They had to get naked to get past the dungeon trolls?

And a horrible part of me is thinking, "God, if they're that obsessed with gaming, how'd they ever manage to have kids?"

Having gamed for 42 hours straight, they each took a shower. As she got walked around the end of the bed to get her nightgown after drying off, he emerged from the bathroom, slipped on some water and fell on top of her. Somehow, Tab A entered Slot B, and they figured, what the hell, we're in position.

Ugh. I have two kids (who are napping at the moment) and I can't imagine how stupid and selfishly evil people can be.

How does a kid's head end up matted with cat urine?

I would pay folding money to be able to kick these people's asses.

I would pay folding money to be able to kick these people's asses.

I would pay folding money to be able to watch you kick these people's asses.

I would pay folding money to be able to kick these people's asses.

I would pay folding money to be able to watch you kick these people's asses.

I would pay folding money for both of them to be sterilized. And for paperdol to kick their asses and megan watch.