Saturday, December 31, 2011 | Categories: Main Blog
Gregor is a name, like Gregory or Gregg or Craig or Gregsies. They are all names. I'm not sure about Asuka, but if you want to go by Asuk or Asu, or whatever, then go for it. As for the pizza knife thing, I have never read my Wikipedia entry, but that did happen, and I believe somewhere there are even pictures of it.
I think you are taking the wrong tack here. Most people want to look 17. Maybe not at 27, but definitely at 37, 47 and 57 and so forth. So if I were you, I'd tell people I was 75, and that way they can be like "Oh, no way, you look like you are 17!! What secret thing do you do to look so young?" And then you can take a tube of ordinary handcream that you bought at the supermarket and sell it to them for like a hundred bucks and explain that it is your secret formula.
Worrying a lot is a sign of manhood. And I mean that as a euphemism for penis. So I would worry as much as possible, because if you are like Jonny, you need all the help you can get in that department.
Dear Ahmed:Dear Gregor, I was born in Spain where the Three Kings bring your presents on January 6th. Before immigrating to Canada as a child, I first lived in Holland, where they're brought by St. Nicholas on December 6th. Here in Canada, I'm supposed to get them on the 25th of December. Apparently, some overzealous seasonal bureaucrat trying to curb the number of immigrant kids double- or triple-dipping on presents has removed me from all three lists, as I've never gotten any presents at all since I was a child. All this time, I've thought it was because I was incorrigibly evil. Who can I speak to about getting this sorted out? -Pelavo
Does your friend's girlfriend work at a deli? Because usually those places have a number you can take and then you get a turn to order.
I didn't see a question in there, but Welcome to Canada! It's a great place, usually found in the top three coolest countries in North America, pretty consistently.
You have a few options: auto close seat, install a new bathroom that only you can use, give your husband and son a bucket to use like the farm animals they are, or learn to pee standing up.
First of all, congratulations on having two AAs in the front of your name. As for your real estate problems, I would film it, that way, instead of having a problem, you have a movie about real estate.
I don't know what you mean by a real date, vs. a date, but you got to fish where the fish are. Do you like oil rig workers? Go to an oil rig, and you'll meet plenty. Fancy miners? Check out the mines, it's crawling with eligibles. The point is, you have to be among either fish, oil workers or miners.
Bad news: Elvis, according to what I know, died on his toilet in the mid-1970s. So I'd find a new hobby.
No one likes to trot out superlatives unnecessarily. So cut it out. Moderation in all things, even moderation, I like to say. I think Teddy Roosevelt liked to say it too.
Well, just write a card that says "Hey stupid. I know you might find this obviously insulting present insulting, because it is, but why don't you never speak to me again? That way I won't have to speak to you either. " That way, they will be so freaked out by the card that they won't be insulted by the gift. Also they won't be in your life, so, problem solved.
Definitely. Nothing is worse than eating meat. If you have a boss who orders you steaks, you should launch into a lengthy polemic about why meat is murder and they suck. Then invite them out for a tofutti shake and laugh about it until tofutti comes out your nose.
In certain countries, oats are considered potatoes, so, if it's not too late, have your dinner party in that country. I can't remember where that is, but I think it might be some place like Pakistan? Or maybe Greece or Alaska? Anyway, Google will help you with that.
No need to try to not be a jerk. Just relax, order a drink and a steak, smoke a cigar, and be who you are.
Sometimes when we break a plate, we can't put it back together. Know what I mean? I mean, forget it. It's too late. Move, and this time, do it right. Get pies for everyone you meet, smile a lot, and give out folded up 30 dollar bills to people when you shake hands.
I would focus less on you and more on things which are not you.
I'm a big believer in layers and formal wear, but at the moment, I just have the uniform of progress on.
I hadn't heard that news, but I think I heard 60 was the new 40. I'm not sure what they did with the old 40, or the old 18, but I think it's fair to conclude that you are doomed.
I'm kind of alone on this one, but I don't like Beyonce and never have. But if you want to gain weight, all you have to do is eat a ton of stuff and pretty soon you will balloon into the fullness of womanhood, if by womanhood you mean obesity. Instead, I have a better idea: why not volunteer at a local hospital to help the people there? And while you are at it, you can steal food off the people's trays who are too weak or asleep in their beds. Two birds, one stone.