At least that isn't annoying. (ahem!)

I was gonna save it as my sig, But I thought I'd better not. Was hurting my eyes anyway.

You know what hurts my eyes?

Thank you.

Now if y'all will excuse me... I got The Dark Knight from Netflix and am FINALLY going to watch it!

WANNA SEE A MAGIC TRICK?

This always cracks me up.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4aPGtx7e6k

HAHA

Drank straight Southern Comfort, finished the bottle. Wasn't much left, maybe 3 shots. Now I'm drinking Absolute Vodka straight.

Maintaining a buzz

Pretty funny monkey video

Take a brick to a cops face....The revolution will not be televised live broadcast from the abyss

I have Stanley Steemer coming over today. They really DO make carpets cleaner!

A job I had in VA, was cleaning carpet.

Am I the only who finds it funny to see these 2 posts on the same page?

Yes!

Not to mention SB talking about Stanley Steamer cleaning her carpet...

It IS cleaner! It IS!!!!

You're right.

We have a Bissel carpet cleaner, and the effort of scrubbing and using it is not nearly worth the little actual stain removing it does. My wife also had a family friend, who cleans carpets as a side job, clean the carpeting at her business, and the results were disappointing.

But Stanley Steamer gets the job done.

Stanley Steamer is great. They cleaned a couple of couches for me last year, and they came out like brand new.

And they're punctual and neat and prompt. What more could you want???

Harwood floors! Hardwood floors!

800-5-8-8-2-300 Empiiiiiire

We pulled up all our Berber carpet and redid the hardwood floors. One of the best decisions we ever made.

Next project: wooden cushions on the couch.

I hope, for your sake , that Mrs. Olivant doesn't like to be on top.

This is how we avoid the tricky job of carpet cleaning also.

She's on top so much she gets nose bleeds.

I have to get ready to go and help renovate a house in about 40 minutes and I haven't slept in over 28 hrs. I don't know how I'm going to survive a 10 hr day! Damn Insomnia.

And on the Lords day as well.

I HAD hardwood floors. And then the valve on the ice-maker of my refrigerator broke and flooded the entire downstairs. Now I have tile or carpet.

Carpet! Carpet! Carpet!

Earlier this evening my father called to tell me that my brother, Paul, had died. He was 47 and his death was an absolute shock to us all. My parents were expecting him to telephone them a couple of days ago, and after their messages were unreturned, they called the landlord of his building in Manhattan. He discovered my brother's body, and broke the sad news to my father. My brother was able to come and go as he pleased in the office where he worked, so his absence did not seem strange.

My mother and father were naturally heartbroken, but they kept a stiff upper lip on the phone. For years I remember my father saying how no person should have to bury his or her child. My grandmother is hysterical, and I must admit that I feel as if my heart has been ripped from my chest.

Paul was unlike any other member in my family. He was soft spoken, reserved and preferred his solitude. Since he was 12 years old, he knew he wanted to live in NYC and he learned the entire subway system from maps. He passed up a trip to Ireland with my other brother, an uncle and me to study for the GMATs. He scored in the top .05% and went to Columbia Business School. He had no family of his own, but maintained a strong sense of family.

I'll drive to my parents' tomorrow after mass with one of my sons. I'm going to miss him badly.