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    I thought it would be a nice idea to bring a date to my parents'
    house on Christmas Eve. I thought it would be interesting for a
    non-Italian girl to see how an Italian family spends the holidays.
    I thought my mother and by date would hit it off like partridges
    and pear trees.

    So, I was wrong.

    Sue me.

    I had only known Karen for three weeks when I extended the
    invitation. "I know these family things can be a little weird," I
    told her, "but my folks are great, and we always have a lot of fun
    on Christmas Eve."

    "Sounds fine to me," Karen said.

    I had only known by mother for 31 years when I told her I'd be
    bringing Karen with me. "She's a very nice girl and she's really
    looking forward to meeting all of you."

    "Sounds fine to me," my mother said.

    And that was that. Two telephone calls. Two sounds-fine-to-me's.
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    Five Bad Questions

    Hot 6 years ago

    There are five things that women should never, ever ask a guy, according to an article in an issue of Sassy magazine. The five questions are:
    1 - "What are you thinking?"
    2 - "Do you love me?"
    3 - "Do I look fat?"
    4 - "Do you think she is prettier than me?"
    5 - "What would you do if I died?"
    What makes these questions so bad is that every one is guaranteed to explode into a major argument and/or divorce if the man does not answer properly, which is to say dishonestly. For example:
    1 - "What are you thinking?" The proper answer to this question, of course is, "I'm sorry if I've been pensive, dear. I was just reflecting on what a warm, wonderful, caring, thoughtful, intelligent, beautiful woman you are and what a lucky guy I am to have met you." Obviously, this statement bears no resemblance whatsoever to what the guy was really thinking at the time, which was most likely one of five more...

    The info Highway...

    Hot 4 years ago

    Here's something I got (appropriately) over the net from someone,
    who got it from someone, who in turn got it from somebody else. I
    have no idea who originally wrote it.
    "Think of the Internet as a highway."
    There it is again. Some clueless fool talking about the "Information
    Superhighway." They don't know didley about the net. It's nothing
    like a superhighway. That's a rotten metaphor.
    Suppose the metaphor ran in the other direction. Suppose the highways
    were like the net...
    A highway hundreds of lanes wide. Most with pitfalls for potholes.
    Privately operated bridges and overpasses. No highway patrol. A
    couple of rent-a-cops on bicycles with broken whistles. 500 member
    vigilante posses with nuclear weapons. A minimum of 237 on ramps at
    every intersection. No signs. Wanna get to Ensenada? Holler out
    the window at a passing truck to ask directions. Ad hoc traffic
    laws. Some lanes would vote to make use by a more...

    Arguing Effectively

    Hot 6 years ago

    How to Argue and Win Every Time
    I argue very well. Ask any of my remaining friends. I can win an
    argument on any topic, against any opponent. People know this and steer clear of me at parties. Often, as a sign of their great respect, they don't even invite me. You too can win arguments. Simply follow these rules:
    *Drink liquor.
    Suppose you are at a party and some hotshot intellectual is expounding on the economy of Peru, a subject you know nothing about. If you're drinking some health-fanatic drink like grapefruit juice, you'll hang back, afraid to display your ignorance, while the hotshot enthralls your date. But if you drink several large martinis, you'll discover you have STRONG VIEWS about the Peruvian economy. You'll be a WEALTH of information. You'll argue forcefully, offering searing insights and possibly upsetting furniture. People will be impressed. Some may leave the room.
    *Make things up.
    Suppose, in the Peruvian economy argument, you are trying to more...

    College by Dave Barry

    Hot 2 years ago

    College by Dave Barry Many of you young persons out there are seriously thinking about going to college. (That is, of course, a lie. The only things you young persons think seriously about are loud music and sex. Trust me: these are closely related to college.) College is basically a bunch of rooms where you sit for roughly two thousand hours and try to memorize things. The two thousand hours are spread out over four years; you spend the rest of the time sleeping and trying to get dates. Basically, you learn two kinds of things in college: * Things you will need to know in later life (two hours). These include how to make collect telephone calls and get beer and crepe-paper stains out of your pajamas. * Things you will not need to know in later life (1, 998 hours). These are the things you learn in classes whose names end in -ology, - - -osophy, -istry, -ics, and so on. The idea is, you memorize these things, then write them down in little exam books, then forget them. If you fail to more...

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