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 WATTACATCH
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Long Term Relationship.

The girlfriend left me twice in January, while I could claim that as a new personal best performance, I’ll be honest and admit that the first time she came back because she ran out of clean underwear. The second time she came back with the flu.

I originally thought her being sick could be a good thing for me. Her lying around moaning about body aches, and constantly vomiting gave her a taste of what I go through every morning – so maybe she could start seeing things from my point of view. Instead we ended up getting into a lengthy discussion about the ‘natural order of things’ and how God never intended man & women to take turns running to the fridge for fresh beers and stuff. Fight or flight? On the road again.

“Plan A” didn’t quite work out. Apparently the American government does not consider ‘stopping by to spread my seed’ a legitimate reason to enter the country. And they will not check your oil while they’re searching your car. Time for “Plan B”.

I have come to believe that I must be part Native American since I have such a fondness for casinos. The Oneida’s (An Indian word meaning ‘silverware’.) have a slew of gambling halls throughout Northern Michigan one of which is my favorite because one time the slots left me enough cash for a bag of pretzels on the way out. I wasn’t quite so lucky this time. I couldn’t find my favorite machine and went bust in a couple of hours. Rather than leave dejected and broke, I figured I’d complain to the management about how the odds were stacked against the customer. Maybe if I was obnoxious enough, they’d comp me a pack of smokes.

The manager turned out to be a decent enough looking female, who declined to taste my piece pipe. When I got to the parking lot, (easy enough to do with 3 guys carrying you.) I checked my resources & weighed my options. It was time to go home and see if the dole check had arrived.

The girlfriend was still there. Apparently CSI had rerun that episode about the BBW who accidentally smothered her partner during hot monkey sex, because my girly started in again about how we should invest in a tummy-tuck for her. This hare-brained idea of hers directly conflicts with my new plan to buy my own personal slot machine. Her idea is stupid because all it’s gonna do is give her room in her jeans for another couple cases of potato chips. My scheme is brilliant because I could easily make enough off my own play that my slot machine would pay for itself.

As I’m writing this, the issue is unresolved. Do financial issues always become a problem in a LTR? Given enough time, does a woman always show her ‘true colors’ and start demanding purely selfish expenditures? If I give in this time, will it set an unfortunate precedent? Any suggestions out there in fishland?
 bucsgirl
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Posted: 10/16/2006 3:09:42 PM
Well bless my butter beans, I goes away for a few hours stuffin them envelopes and all heck breaks loose. Goodness sakes, let me see if I can sort through all this stuff. My bifocals are foggin up just readin all this stuff.
First off, a big radioland suthern welcome to Miss Sugarcakes. Lawd, Dark she's a purty lil thing all 'phisticated lookin. She's a sharp one too, you're gonna have to be on them toes of your'ns. She know all 'bout them life insurance and pensions, whoohee, if she knows about that complicated financial stuff, you may not be able to keep her just by flashin your American Express. No, slick, I think you may have to umm...produce somethin' a bit more substantial. If ya get my drift.
Glad to hear the dinner went well. A man that can cook is better than a filled up punch card at Dolly's. Yeah, even fried chicken gets old after a month or two.
I'm gonna skip over a bit, I see Red handled some of it, thank goodness. I ain't touchin that skunk stuff, 'cept to say that we had this girl in high school, Wilma Pikdigger. Seems noone ever went to her house more than once. Quite the mystery, sos when I got invited over for a birthday party I started askin 'round. Seems her momma raised skunks for some extra bingo money. 'Nuff said, other than that, I ain't sayin nothin 'bout no skunks.
wattacatch Well Red pruty well covered it. I'd just lock my piggybank and any spare cash you got lying around or hide it somewhere. Put it in a jar and mark it Stink Bait, she ain't likely to go lookin in there for nuthin. If you ain't got the Springer Show on speedial, you one big ole fool. Heck, they'd be all over you like flies on roadkill.
And knowing writer, I'd knowed better to ask what happened to her shoulder. Plumb hard telling what kind of antics she been up to. Glad you all's gettin along though. Does make my heart proud to know our radio audience is downright decent folk. Either that or you heard how I am at swingin my cane or how poor a shot I am when I been drinkin.
Whew, well if that's all for now, I done did me a double-up on the Geritol, figgered I'd need it to get through all this mail. We still got the call-in show later. Hope I wake up from my nap in time.
 bucsgirl
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Posted: 10/16/2006 4:51:08 PM
Well writer, you'll never guess what I found today. Yes that little jewel of the GRITS!!!
I'll post it now for all y'all to enjoy, bless your heart!!

G.R.I.T.S - Girls Raised In The South,

Someone once noted that a Southerner can get away with the most awful kind of insult just as long as it's prefaced with the words, "Bless her heart" or "Bless his heart." As in, "Bless his heart, if they put his brain on the head of a pin, it'd roll around like a BB on a 6-lane highway."

I was thinking about this the other day when a friend was telling about her new transplanted northern friend who was upset because her toddler is just beginning to talk and he has a southern accent. My friend, who is very kind and, bless her heart, cannot do a thing about those thighs of hers, was justifiably miffed about this. After all, this woman had CHOSEN to move to the South a couple of years ago. Can you believe it?" said her friend, "A child of mine is going to be "taaaallllkkin liiiike thiiiissss."

Now, don't get me wrong. Some of my dearest friends are from the North, bless their hearts. I welcome their perspective, their friendships, and their recipes for authentic Northern Italian food. I've even gotten past their endless complaints that you can't find good bread down here. And the heathens, bless their hearts, don't like cornbread!

We've already lost too much. I was raised to say "swayya," not swear, but you hardly ever hear anyone say that anymore, I swayya you don't. And I've caught myself thinking twice before saying something is "right much," "right close," or "right good" because non-natives think this is right funny indeed.

I have a friend from Bawston, bless her heart, who thinks it's hilarious when I say I've got to "carry" my daughter to the doctor or "cut off" the light. She also gets a giggle every time I am "fixin'" to do something. And, bless their hearts, they don't even know where "over yonder" is, or what "I reckon" means!

My personal favorite was my aunt, saying, "Bless her heart, she can't help being ugly, but she could've stayed home."

Southern girls know bad manners when they see them:
1. Drinking straight out of a can.
2. Not sending thank you notes.
3. Velvet after February.
4. White shoes before Memorial Day or after Labor Day

Southern girls always say:
1. "Yes, ma'am."
2. "Yes, sir."

Southern girls have a distinct way with fond expressions:
1. "Y'all come back now, ya heaah."
2. "Well, bless your heart."
3. "Drop by when you can."
4. "How's your mama?"
5. "Love your hair."

Southern girls know their three R's:
1. Rich
2. Richer
3. Richest

Southern girls know everybody's first name:
1. Honey
2. Darlin'
3. Shugah

Southern girls know the movies that speak to their hearts:
1. "Gone With the Wind"
2. "Fried Green Tomatoes"
3. "Driving Miss Daisy"
4. "Steel Magnolias"

Southern girls know their cities dripping with Southern charm:
1. Hotlanta or Adlanna ( Atlanta as outsiders say)
2. Richmon
3. Challston
4. S'vannah
5. Birminham
6. Nawlins'
7. Oh! and that city in Alabama ? It's pronounced MUNTGUMRY!

Southern girls know the three deadly sins:
1. Bad hair
2. Bad manners
3. Bad blind dates

G.R.I.T.S. = Girls Raised in The South!

Now you run along, Shugah, and send this to someone else Raised In The South, i.e., Southern Belles, or ANY females aspiring to be GRITS. Even the northern ones, "Bless Their Hearts".

That reminds me. I have a rubber stamp that says "Just because your children were born in the South does not make them Southerners. After all, if a cat had kittens in the oven, that wouldn't make them biscuits."
 bucsgirl
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Posted: 10/16/2006 5:16:22 PM
ladydi I meet this darlin epitome of suthern warmth and charm I believe when I first posted this long ago. A true grits sister, she is, one of the finest!!
Love ya, Di!! Love ya like the smell of cornbread wafting from the oven, like the taste of fresh squeezed lemonade on a hot July afternoon, like the feel of a new pair of cotton socks....can ya tell I LOVE this woman?? HAHA!!
Welcome to the thread, hon, umm I mean radio show, working on a TV pilot, good gracious, whatever it is. Glad you're here, a welcome addition.
 bucsgirl
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Posted: 10/17/2006 2:38:33 PM
Well if there's any men on here that like suthern women this'd sure be like shootin fish in a barrel (whatever THAT means..haha!). Maybe y'all ladies can entice some of them fellers with your sweet suthern charm, battin the eyelashes and all. They sure to fall plumb under your spell.
Di, don't strain that purty lil brain of yours I'm sure somethin will come to ya. If we get too bored, guess we could take some Dear Abby and tear them up. Now that'd be a thang wouldn't it...bad answers to Dear Abby letters. Good lawdie, don't know where these idears come from, I did just do a hit of Geritol and followed it with one of them Jolt drank thangs. My legs feel like floppin round, what is in that stuff anyway? Feels like my eyes are spinning around like the thangs on the slot machines. Whooee...I wouldn't recommend it unless you like to run around in the yard like a mad dog.
Well chilluns did a load of elastic socks so have to go sort them. I'll check in later, y'all be good now, hear?
And Red's on call case you got some 'mergency.
 bucsgirl
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Posted: 10/17/2006 5:22:59 PM
Well it come to mind we DID have a sityation a few years back. Seems a neighbor liked to walk his dog and let him do his bizness right in front of our mailbox. Every durned day. I sawed him out the kitchen winder. One day, just got plumb fed up with it, having to lean over, hold my breath and reach over to get my mail. And go pick it up with shovel before I could mow the lawn. Just disgustin. So I figger I'll go out one day and catch him at it and give him a slice of my mind.
Now, to be fair, the old man was dried up looking, had gnarly bumps all over hisself, and his old dried up looking Chihuahua looked as gnarly. Both of them a pretty pathetic site. Well I tell the Mr., simply and as sweetly as I could, bless me, that it's pretty aggravatin to have to step over his dog's deposits to get my mail. Well land sakes, that set the old guy off. He looked down at the brown pile and said, that ain't my dogs. I know my dog's poo and that ain't it! That one there is from the German Shepherd, and that one there...well he goes on to recite every dog that lived in the neighborhood. Well, bless my soul, I am just tryin as hard as I can not to laugh while old dried up man is screamin his shriveled up innerds out at me. Red face and all. Then I collect myself, I do have a rightful gripe and all. He picked up his dog who is lookin at me with them brown eyes, sayin sorry Miss, didn't really wanna poo here, he just makes me. Felt a bit sorry for them both, but gee whizzers. It's me that's havin to deal with it.
I walk back into the house, kids a nappin and think wait til I tell my ma! I did next time I went over for coffee and peanut butter cookies. Poor gal nearly fell over laughin. We could hardly finish our coffee. We named him the Neighborhood Dog Poo Identifier and agreed if we had a dog poo problem, that was the man to go to.
Well, apparently I made my point, next day he's a walkin the poor old thang, when they get to our yard, he picks him up and carries him til he gets to the neighbors. All the while his lips is amovin I'm figgerin he's cussin me out a blue streak.
Don't make no mind to me, never had to pick up another deposit ever again.
We did laugh about that for years, though. And this a TRUE story, bet my elastic socks on it. Wonder what the mailman thought, he did come by while ole Mr. Dog Poo was screamin at me and just handed me my mail.
 bucsgirl
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Posted: 10/17/2006 6:03:22 PM
writer Bless you, hon you read that whole thang...and dog poo ain't never been high on my list of priorities. Raisin kids and changin diapers, don't think I never had a thought of what if I would walk my kids around the neighborhood, and let them drop their drays and poo in someone else's yard. Just somethin that made me giggle...but I am a simple woman and very easily amused.
Listen, hon if someone was throwin eggs at my pikture winders and I had 'em and I found out who it was...well they might find an egg laying chicken on their porch.
I have gotten a bit fired up at times, when I was younger, and knees were better. And whenever I dealt with my dilemmas after much thought and with suthern politeness and understanding..well let's just say, that I never ever hollered at anyone, but when I walked away, they were the ones standin there dumbfounded, dear in the headlights look wonderin what happened. It always worked. Always.
Suthern women may be sweet and polite, always, but we ain't DUMB!
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Posted: 10/18/2006 4:32:33 PM
Well good to see ain't noone got no problems.
I figgered I'd just answer some of the problems of internet dating that's passed through my mailbox. No names of course, unless you send me money. Hey, keep your shorts on, just jokin.
Miss Bea, had this feller send me an email, and want to talk with me. He looks kinda cute and all so I says sure. Well we send a few mails back and forth, then he gets my phone number. Kinda sounds like Mickey Mouse, but he is kinda funny and all. Then we meet up at the Dairy Queen for a milkshake. Had a good time and all, then he doesn't call me again. What's a girl to do? signed, Desperate in Dinkville.
Desperate, sorry to hear about your plight. Listen, men can't remember squat, and they're too stubborn to write things down. Ain't no big surprise he ain't called, he probably sucked down a few Pabst and nodded off and forgot y'all even went out.
See is this testosterone thing, men got more of it and that's some powerful stuff. It tends to interfere with them other brain chemicals and can make a man dumber than a sponge at the drop of a hat.
He was probably sippin his beer thinkin 'bout how cute you were and all, then whoa the testosterone thing kicks in and the blood rushes outta his head faster than a man haulin butt when the husband comes home. There's only so much blood and men got two places for it to go.
Now I can't be more specific this is a family show and all, but think you get my drift. So drop him an email and make him die of total embarrassment. Do you think he's got any money? A good job? If so, well then, child, be fair and give the man another crack at it. If he doesn't just make him squirm a bit. Either way don't worry, there's probably some other woman just as tired of his crap.
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Posted: 10/18/2006 8:50:48 PM
Well Ms Buttcake, I still have some problems. Maybe you and Red and Writer can help. I've become quite a fan of your radio show.

She says shes' not the kinda of girl for a sleep over, however she's got three kids. Bless her heart, I'm guessing she knows what sleep overs are all about.

How can I talk sugar into a sleep over?

I'm still waiting patiently in the north.
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Posted: 10/19/2006 4:12:45 AM
Well, dark glad to see you back. I hear repeat business is a good thang.
Now, on to your dilemma. Hmm, well this is G rated and all. I done racked my ole brain on this one and I honest can't tell any man how to talk their way into a woman's knickers. And can't even say waht works for me, Lawd that's been so long ago. Well 'nuff 'bout that, I don't remember lots of things, all I can remember 'bout that is it's something like getting stuck in a closet with the lights out. I got a good memory it just ain't too long.
All I can say, dark is lay it on thick. All of it, the butterin up and 'specially the you know what....lay out da money, honey. Quit your yappin and start spendin, women get all weak kneed when they see a guy emptyin out his wallet.
Now for beefcakes. Don't play in someone else's playground, there's plenty of unattached ladies around for you to slobber over, leave the ones that's taken alone. That's just trouble for shore less'n you want to get shot or your chimes rung. And as far as inhibitions you better bless your boots some of us still have ours. Think you oughta check out some of the nekkid places where people run 'round without their skivvies on. They got them all over, that way you could in among your own kind. Personally the thought of being anywhere with a bunch of nekkid people....well I just shudder and not in a good way.
Yeah you all should just go and hang out together if you know what I mean. Hang out....oh my, well I guess that applies in more ways than one.
Keep your hands off someone's else's woman if you got one lick of sense and find you one of them nekkid park thangs and have at it. Remember, you can run as fast with your shorts down 'round your ankles and don't take that long to reload.
 Fort Garry Dark
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Posted: 10/19/2006 4:18:01 AM
Well I'll be, I took a look at Mr baker's profile, bless his heart, doesn't it just take the Cake.

And well Bea, thank you dearly for all the really really bad advice you been able to provide. Lay out da money eh. I'll jest have to head out and talk to my banker.

Hope everyone has a smashingly good day.
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Posted: 10/19/2006 7:59:44 AM
Ah, Beefcake, part of the problem may be that it seems as though it's all about you. Women want to feel as though it's all about them - you want to please them, tease them, flirt, and wine and dine them. Any right-thinking woman will lead you on a merry chase if you do things right.

Like Ms Bea says, show 'em your wallet - and that doesn't mean shelling out $1.40 at Tim Hortons for a coffee. Even if you buy her a doughnut, it only comes to $2.25 each.

No woman worth chasing will waste time fumbling around in a Tim Hortons parking lot, either. Hire a suite at a classy hotel, bring in the champagne, strawberries and chocolate sauce and then maybe you'll find a woman (unmarried, preferably) is giving you a second look.
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Posted: 10/19/2006 2:49:01 PM
True, but this is the bad advice column - the really bad advice column. I'm no where near as good at bad advice as Ms Bea - and I don't live in the South or speak with an accent (I'm Canadian, eh!).

Only you can choose to be what you want to be, no one can make you be something else.
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Posted: 10/19/2006 3:10:46 PM
Well listen here mr. cake, us suthern folk were raised with respect for the married folk. To keep hands off and leave 'em be. And if you go sniffin around my married girlfriends I reckon I'd have to clean my shotgun and take a shot at your right nut. Now I ain't a good aim at all, and I like to knock back a few shots of whiskey before I goes to shootin. Steadies my hand a bit. 'Course I'd be more likely to take out a kneecap, still it'd keep you hobblin around for a spell. Why dont' you get you one of them inflatable dates, that way you can climb on them whenever you want, til you poke a hole and she goes psss....and flies out the winder.
Suthern people just don't take kindly to people sniffin around their women or men folk when they's married. And we're serious as hog jowls about it, too.
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Posted: 10/19/2006 3:53:41 PM
Aw indie sweetcakes, sorry you're havin a bad day. And what in tarnation is salmonella? Ain't that a fish? Fish, ice cream...dang hon, you got me confused. I'll have to look it up and get back at ya.
Now just go put that bottle down, shuga. Alcohol makes even nasty men look good, and if you been drinkin you won't be able to count the money in his wallet, or read them financial statements, they's usually written in small type anyway.
Make ya a nice big bowl of chicken soup, it's got lots of them feelin better stuff in it. Curl up on the couch with some nice fuzzy slippers and a big ole blanket. Watch somethin borin on TV, most of it is and you'll be noddin off to lalaland before you knows it.
I'll look up that salmonella thang while you're gettin your soup.
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Posted: 10/19/2006 4:06:26 PM
Yup, sierra was just reading it's a thang that causes food poisoning. Yuk!!
Indie, hon put that sweet stuff down and get ya a glass of whole fat milk and some chicken soup.
And take of your sweet self, listen to the good Dr. Sierrasman.
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Posted: 10/19/2006 4:15:41 PM
Yeah Dr. Sierras get your handsome hide over there and take care of that girl, will ya??
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Posted: 10/19/2006 4:24:05 PM
Now if you don't mind Ms Buttcakes, I'l like to try my hand at this advice thing you have going here.

Seems to me Ms Rose can get through the night on cookie dough and Crown Royal, so long as she keeps them in balance. One ounce of dough, one ounce of rye. The alcohol will get rid of whatever's been bugging her and the cookie dough will make her think she's getting some nutrition. Couple of hours later won't be nothing bothering her until the morning.

Now Indigo, is that a 16 oz tube of cookie dough?
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Posted: 10/19/2006 4:26:11 PM
Aw dark, now that's a trip. See, get a purty sick women and the men all comin outin the woodwork wantin to play Doctor. Love it y'all!
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Posted: 10/19/2006 4:42:39 PM
Indie, I'm not the person to ask, when it comes to drinkin I'm quite the amatuer. I did hear that taking a couple asprins, ibupropen, whatever will help stave it off a bit. Also be sure to drink lots of water, I got lots of friends who like to tip a few, that's what I hear them say. How 'bout it folks, any help for this purty lady?
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Posted: 10/19/2006 6:36:53 PM
Tell me 'bout it Red. I had to go take a swig of Geritol and put BenGay on my scrollin finger!!
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Posted: 10/19/2006 7:27:20 PM
Well ladies, let me just say how humbled I am to find you fine southern women. Didn't John Wayne say he liked true grits?

Now I'm a bit concerned about Ms Rose. She's been lied to about size since her first time. And now her eyes are all red and swollen. Like is this a relationship issue or is she infectious? j/k

Hey, btw, we are getting a little dusting of snow up here tonight.

Peace y'all
 Fort Garry Dark
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Posted: 10/19/2006 7:51:48 PM
Well Red, guess you liked that so much you had to tell me twice, eh?
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Posted: 10/19/2006 7:52:53 PM
Miss Buttcakes~~~My grandson went and talked me into joining this here fish club.
So one day I wasa pointing anda clicking on my maachine and lo and behold I spied this young filly out in cali-for-ni-a that wasa saying she liked old farts like me.So we getsa going back and forth on this here thing called e-female and purty soon she isa wanton to do more than e-femaleing ifn ya get my drift.So as to do the right gentleman thing I says I could be over thar in bout 10 days.Ya see alls I got is this two mule team to pull my romancen wagon.I hitches up my two best mules and figured this gotta be bout a 12 bale round trip.So sure nuff I get over thar in bout 10 days.Now I is stranded over here in cali-for-ni-a couzin this young wipper snapper of a young gal dun run off with my best mule.Should I buy another mule cuz all I gots left is 200lbs of gold ,5 bales of hay,one old mule and my romancen wagon?
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Posted: 10/19/2006 7:54:05 PM
Ah Red...makin me blush. Or maybe had some bengay on my hand and rubbed my face...at my age who knows? You and Di are two of my original grits sisters, always so glad to see y'all. Yeah the grits sisters, sweet as pecan pie and tough as nails. Yup!
Seems ole Dark is gettin a hankerin to the charms of the suthern women, bless his heart! I wouldn't worry none 'bout Indie, that gal's got more bounce than Tigger. We've all been lied to, it only hurts when it's lying about your finanicals. That just don't sit well. Lying about height, age, size...been there done that, got the T shirt. Indie'll be fine hope she 'members to pop a few asprins.
Dustin of snow, what the sam hill is that? I didn't know snow dusted, don't snow none in Florida. Well, bless my heart, the thangs you hear.
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