Raider Nation Fisher

That's a downfall to it. I ain't looked at the cost yet. However, thanks to the brotherhood, money isn't as big of an issue for me anymore. Time on the other hand could prove to be a issue. Maybe I can get a scholarship for it.

My wife has informed me the title of the book is gonna be, "Hello my name is Raider and I'm an attention *****". The cover is gonna be of a "hello my name is..." sticker.

After much thought and contemplation. I have decided to look into composing my memoir. I believe the world could use a laugh right now, and feel I'm the one that can do it. Assuming this goes well I may get Sloneze to cowrite my second installment. I'm gonna win a Pulitzer prize for the astounding look I'm gonna give into the world of Raider. Also my pregnant wife is a freaking nutcase. Seeing as she won't quit reading over my d**n shoulder.

Seeing as 'm not gonna lie. The thought has been playing through my mind quite a bit. Personally I've always lived by the motto, "Watch out for me, cause I'm too ****ing cool for school!" Well now it feels as if something may be missing. Almost as if I squandered my formative years in my late teens. Now to decide if I really want to pursue my secondary education. After giving it much thought I'm about 90% positive this is the route I want to take. I feel that getting my BS and Doctorate in Philosophy is the way to go. I always quite enjoyed the courses I have taken in it and feel it could really make a difference in my life as well as that of families. Don't get me wrong, I intend to be an IBEW electrician until the day I die. Oh and the thing I feel is missing in my life? The prefix Dr. in front of my name. Any thoughts fellas?

That's why you don't hire rats. Cheap labor ain't skilled. Skilled labor ain't cheap. Rat shops don't care about their customers. At least most don't seem to. They hire any trunk slammer or illegal they can find claiming to "know" the trade. Pay them sub par wages and pocket the difference. I've worked for them for seven or so years. I know how they operate. There are some really good ones. However they are few and far between.Just ask Slonezp he knows what I'm talking about.

Ughhhh. I have one box left to move. The bottom ripped out of it. Also 2 bags of trash to throw out. We worked from 10AM to 12AM on Saturday. Then from 10AM until 10PM tonight. Tomorrow morning I will go remove the 2 trash bags and the box. I will also clean the vanities in the two bathrooms and vacuum the carpets. I don't care if the apartment people will do it again after I do. I was always taught(sp) to leave a place as nice or nicer than you found it. I view it as a common courtesy as well as the right thing to do. The apartment was clean when it was given to me. So it will be clean when its given back to them. Even if the property manager is a "Richard". His staff is beyond friendly and helpful. My arms, legs, and back are killing me. However its three hours from being finished. :)

Funny you should ask. Our sons name will be Samuel and we are calling him Sam.

ROFLMAO! Way to set me straight. How dare I. All hail the mighty primary school teacher. :D Im starting to feel the urge to return to college myself. That will be on my new thread tomorrow though.

I've never considered returning the gallon plastic jugs I get my booze in. I honestly never figured they wanted them back. I mean half the times its just a washed out milk jug. Who the hell puts shine in glass bottles anyway?

Now now. Don't go arguing semantics. We all know your learning to be a teacher. Sheesh.

Called that one. At least one of my two picks won it.

Surely not down here where I dwell and rule. This is my sanctuary. Even the mods leave me alone for the most part down here. Well except Long Mike. Thats just cause he ruled down here before myself.

Don't get snippy with me son. I run the basement down here nephew. I would be more concerned with being thrown out of the basement than the forums in general. I can make that happen. Now. Bow to me!

Don't worry homie. I'll still be your friend.

I got an old Harley you can work on for me.

P.S. I'll mail you your wedding gift. I don't attend weddings.

Congrats homie. Life is great. A little reflection does go a long way.

As stated before. Get the patches. Research them.

I just laughed out loud when I saw that! That actually put me in a better mood. That is hysterical.

Everyone likes a little ass. No one likes a smart ass.Don't poke the bear. Ya might get the stick wrapped around your head. If your gonna try an be cute at least be original about it. Don't just waltz up in my thread and use some played out phrase. A little creativity goes a long way. Don't like my post? Don't read it. I could honestly care less. Now go be useful and come up with something original.

Just ranting. I got it coming along slowly now. I ain't think to hit ya up before. I'll remember that for future use.

Get some duragesic patches. AKA fentanyl patches. That junk will have you walking upright in a matter of minutes. Either that or it will have you flying like a freaking kite. To hell with injections. Demerol and spinal blocks don't hold a candle to sweet sweet fentanyl. I believe it is 100 times the potency of morphine. Works good on break through pain that other pain meds can't touch. Unless you got some big bucks you gotta get it prescribed by your doctor. Best way I can think of for you to get out there and fish relatively pain free. Well, I guess you could always bang gear. That's an expensive habit though. You probably won't get much fishing done if you start doing that. At least you can chase a dragon though......

We don't have those in the deep south. So the issue never comes up. However, I would go to one in a heart beat. Lezzies are cool. If they just weren't so darn mean. We could get along wonderfully. We have SO much in common. As for the other pairing? Sometimes its nice to be pampered and waited on hand and foot. Just to crush the poor guys dreams. Cause well I don't swing like that. So yeah. I would attend one of those type events. Plus it would infuriate all the good ol boys and polite southern folk down here. Which is an added bonus.

Yup. Never really go though. Unless its a VERY close friend. Otherwise I just take a gift and inform the happy couple that I don't do weddings. Also that they shouldn't feel special cause I tell everyone the same thing.

A fricking comedian!!! There's always one.