tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8705820500334920463.post3680236575892225884..comments2023-06-24T03:29:48.721-05:00Comments on Ms. Conduct: Quick Hits: Brought to you by Blue Moon and Massive Sleep DeprivationMs. Conducthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06998363658537935772noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8705820500334920463.post-22595612269454163702010-01-08T06:28:08.219-06:002010-01-08T06:28:08.219-06:00You think? I heard 35. I mean... some of my boys a...You think? I heard 35. I mean... some of my boys are like 20. Eep!Ms. Conducthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06998363658537935772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8705820500334920463.post-28653500641992762652010-01-08T05:30:55.386-06:002010-01-08T05:30:55.386-06:00Wing Stop appears to be hockey food around here (S...Wing Stop appears to be hockey food around here (SF Bay Area). At least, it's chick hockey food. <br /><br />And by the way, you aren't frickin' old enough to be a cougar. Turn 40, THEN you can be a cougar. until then, you are a mere kitten.<br /><br />Get some sleep, doll.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11292570411769689753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8705820500334920463.post-83947825596312263872010-01-08T02:13:58.746-06:002010-01-08T02:13:58.746-06:00Or maybe they have Quilted Northern tissue stuffed...Or maybe they have Quilted Northern tissue stuffed in their pants. (Love that commercial.)Snikpiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06109668996490816342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8705820500334920463.post-12794695239402416272010-01-07T09:52:37.157-06:002010-01-07T09:52:37.157-06:00No, she looked at me when I got up to the register...No, she looked at me when I got up to the register and thought for a second and basically said my name at the same time I said my name. I agree, I love when places remember my name but, you know, I'm an "athlete." Probably shouldn't have the fried chicken wing purveyor on that list. Heh. But dammit, the garlic parm are soooo tasty.<br /><br />That was kinda what I was leaning, too, if they meant it style-wise. No big rebounds.Ms. Conducthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06998363658537935772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8705820500334920463.post-82255440495290140492010-01-07T09:49:02.895-06:002010-01-07T09:49:02.895-06:00"The cashier at Wing Stop knew me by name ton..."The cashier at Wing Stop knew me by name tonight. This may explain why my lateral movement is slow."<br /><br />You sure she just didn't read your name off of your credit/debit/check card. I hate it when cashiers do that. I've never seen you before, I am not your friend, you don't know me, don't call me by my first name!<br /><br />Anyway, I've always found that one tends to get much better service from people who genuinely know your name. They then view you as a person, an individual, rather than just lumping you into the group of "customer" which also includes many, many jackasses.<br /><br />As for the "soft pads" question relating to style, I'd assume they maybe meant he was absorbing the puck and not giving up many rebounds.Goodynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8705820500334920463.post-43110859022274850082010-01-07T08:05:37.912-06:002010-01-07T08:05:37.912-06:00Yeah, you'd need a designated whatever to keep...Yeah, you'd need a designated whatever to keep the game on track. <br /><br />And yeah, there are definitely variables in the softness of pads. Mine are of the softer variety, but I've borrowed some that were rock hard. <br /><br />However, as far as what they meant... I've never heard that term in terms of style, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Trying to think of what it might mean though... I dunno. Good question!Ms. Conducthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06998363658537935772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8705820500334920463.post-80302270715984478952010-01-07T02:31:12.709-06:002010-01-07T02:31:12.709-06:00Ha! I am so going to use hockey terms during the g...Ha! I am so going to use hockey terms during the game the next time my sister's dipshit boyfriend forces us to watch the stupid Baltimore Ravens. If he isn't annoyed enough to change the channel at least I'll be entertained. <br /><br />And that Musburger drinking game almost makes me want to watch the game, except we'd be so drunk by halftime no one would be able to read the rules anymore!<br /><br />P.S. I have a question for you oh wise and glorious master of the nets. During the World Juniors gold medal game the announcers said that the U.S. goalie had "soft pads." Are goalies' pads actually different levels of softness (or whatever you'd call it) or was that a convoluted way to descibe his style of play?Aubreyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17770994923400169109noreply@blogger.com