Are you the one who's a lawyer in Chicago?
The least-frequent poster is a lawyer in Chicago.
I say nothing on the point of whether or not Alameida is the least-frequent poster.
she's the one in the witness-protection program due to inlaws.
(pssst.... John.... I think Adam knew that.)
Excuse me -- "he". Alameida lives with his wife and three teenage children in Omaha, where he was laid off from the meat-packing plant in 1989.
So do we get a picture of your shorn, cute hair? Does the rest of you look cute now that it's been separated from the cute hair?
This post isn't getting many comments. I think it may be that certain people are uncomfortable talking about drugs in a way that will leave a public record, even pseudonymously. On the other hand, if you updated the post to say "Also, Chets suck." that would probably get a lot of attention.
To weigh in on the drugs issue, my understanding is that one is generally required to share with anyone you might expect to want some. This just never comes up at my family parties, except in the context of them swilling all the good whiskey, and defending it from non-family guests who wouldn't appreciate it properly.
It depends on the drugs, naturally. Marijuana? Yes, you are required to share, unless you have only a very small amount. Oxycontin? Not so much.
people are uncomfortable talking about drugs
Not me.
My family generally only has gross drugs available at reunions. Blood pressure meds, anticonvulsants, alzheimer's stuff. Best not to share.
If we're talking about drugs, wouldn't pot be more like an herbal remedy?
No. Alameida is actually Hedgical Trevor.
So the hedgehog is smarter than w-lfs-n.
alzheimer's stuff
Don't knock it 'til you try it. Wash those down with some Wild Turkey and hello neighbors!
My son invited me to a two-level party where the good stuff was being rationed to the A-list. Negotiations led to my being promoted from the B-list. While I didn't actually want any, the principle was important. My honor had been threatened.
Here's a good reason to not share your weed--my brother is a total mouthbreather. The one time I shared a spliff with him, he got saliva halfway up the length of the j.
I'm sure that's not your problem, Alameida. I'm just sayin'.