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You just reminded me it's time for a trim. Sincerely, Your Cousin on the Sasquatch Side rustle

Dave. What's your favorite horror movie? (It's almost Hallowe'en, after all.)

Glad you liked it, Wayne.

Hey dude. Welcome. We could always use more whatnot. Oh, and about KC's list? That's the edited version. The uncut one has his name on it. j/k Hope you enjoy your stay.

Yeti, I don't know what you're facing, and won't ask or pry. It's rare that I read a blog. But, if you need or want, my hands are empty, my arms open, and my mind clear. If you need a virtual hug, a chaste nibble on the neck, or a good brushing, you only have to ask. The darkness is not so pure as to be without light. Love to you, brother. rusty

heights and clowns Fear of heights was always there. Fear of clowns, I can trace to a neighbor kid's birthday party. When I was about 4, I walked 3 doors down to a birthday party. The parents ushered me out to a strange van with no explanation, in which sat a clown. My folks were very strict about getting into others' vehicles and talking to strangers (and lots of other things). The parents tried to force me into the van with a clown trying to talk to me and laying hands on me. I fought for my life, blacked out, and to this day, I don't know what happened next. I hope those parents died, alone and screaming in the dark. Sorry I never saw your status regarding this.

Look for me when you see me coming.

err, that should read, "birthday." 21 and never been kissed or touched a drink, never had an impure thought. All the best, dude. Have a great one and make us all blush to hear about it. r

Hot as the hinges refers to the gates of hell. Hot enough to fry a frog on the sidewalk.* Horny as a 3-headed billy goat. South end of a northbound horse. He'd bitch if they hung him with a new rope. * No offense, MikeL.

"Fair to middling" is a high grade of cotton. Heard it all my life in TX. Great granddad grew cotton. In high cotton - doing well. Good Lord willin' and the creek don't rise - I'll be there if I can. Bless his/her heart - what an idiot. Wrong side of payday - low on cash. Fixin' to - getting ready to. Travelling by shanks' mare - walking. Lower than a snake's belly in a wagon rut - unsavory. Dressed for high water - your pants are too short. Belly button gnawing at your back bone - hungry. Even a blind hog finds an acorn once in a while - got lucky. Lick that calf - to perform an undesirable task out of love or duty. When a mama cow has a calf, she starts licking it clean, all that stuff gets all cold and nasty, but she just loves her little baby, so she keeps licking it until it's totally clean and dry.

I'm with James on this one.

That he find the love of his life, and learn he's worthy of it. Where would you take your partner for just one kiss?

Austin (US)

Nope, welcome to the 'hood. By the way, nice profile pic.

It's a question of priorities and experience. You have to get something coming in until you can leapfrog into your dream job, or something you really like. It's possible to be too proud to pay your bills. My dad went there, with a master's degree in bacteriology, in the 50's. He ultimately did what he could and what he had to in order to support a young family, 'til he found a great job in Houston. Many people I know are working in fields other than their major. People who studied political science and engineering are working in municipal contracting for public works. Architects are working in wage compliance enforcement. Ph.D's are working in the Quikee Mart. Just don't wait too long, and if you land A job, don't get complacent. Take care of yourself. Form and keep up good habits. And work full-time to get a full-time job. Best of luck.

Hey Round One. Several posters have defended chat. I won't. It's not for everyone. Most of the time, I really can't get into it, but I'm a semi-reformed hermit. To me, it's like watching puppies playing, nipping at each other, most of the time. Sometimes, I like playing in the pile, and sometimes, I want to bite their muzzles. I used to wrestle with my nephews, too, but I'd let them win. My sister wouldn't have forgiven me for bloodying up the carpet with the little buggers. If chat doesn't appeal, take a look at the forums. Read some of the stories. PM somebody who made you think. Fact is, there's a lot of diversity here, with plenty of things to spend some time doing, and some excellent folks. I don't know what you witnessed in chat. It might have been anything. But it might have been taken out of context, and intended as humor. For those immersed in social media, they sometimes don't consider that inflection and a smile don't always come across through the written word. I'd urge you to question, via PM, anyone who makes a degrading comment, to find out their intent. The person might not even realize... Take care, rustle

My heart goes out to you. This type of me-first mentality is what's really wrong with corporate culture. Once management attains a certain status, they're no longer accountable for their actions, because they can cut back everybody else's piece of the pie to cover their own shortcomings or lack of sound judgment. W_L, I wish you all the luck in the world, and have every confidence you'll emerge from this a stronger and better man. I'll keep you in my thoughts.

I tried having less. I'm back into acquisition mode.

I'm taking notes.

What's the most appropriate response when the hostess' cat sprays all your luggage? (seriously)

I think it's a parent's job to embarrass their kid. Let's ask KC about it. He's always embarrassing his daughter.

Aww, peanut, that's so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute.

I'd do it, and I wouldn't have to be offered a movie role for it.

I used to do by Rusty as a kid, but heard about the problems with nicknames and legalities. So in junior high, I started going by Russell, signing my name Russell. (I was a serious kid.) Once in a while, somebody calls me Rusty now, and it feels kinda good now. rustle is a contraction of Russell T. Kyle.