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A little background first. I've been living in Reno for the last 21 years, never closer than 500 miles to my family. I have a good, stable job, at which I make decent blue collar wages, but not quite enough to make the bills and come out ahead (no...I don't work in a casino, I've been a mechanic for 21 years). I lived in So Cal for 9 years before I moved here, and now have an opportunity to return at a substantial pay increase, and with no living expenses other than meals...I hate the place, but I could be near my family, pay off every bill I owe within 4-6 months, and I'd be within 1/2 hour of Perris and Elsinore. I'm torn...and I need some outside opinions. Is it worth it? G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

Ya'll be good...I'm out. Greg

LMAO!! G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

Just a brief clarification here for those who may not already know...I am most definitely NOT Peppermint! G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BECKY!!!

Repeat, PRN, until all is well. G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

Nice job Deuce! Now...WTF are you doing jumping on that ankle??? PS- looks like you handled things just fine. Proud of you! G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

Rob was a great friend, and he always went for the shock value!

Went and saw my buddy Rob today. He's one of the most insane fuckers I've ever known. A fanatic about Snakes, spiders, and California mining history, He kept a rattlesnake in an aquarium beside his bed, and a banana spider that was so large that it ate mice, in a glass cage above his headboard. Rob was a good friend, and a brother in a fraternal organization dedicated to preserving California mining history. We placed many plaques together in conjunction with the california state historical society commemorating mining history, and the history of early western pioneers in California, including the Donner party and the longest tunnel of the trans-sierra railroad at Donner summit. Rob died in August of 2002, while panning for gold on the American river. When a young man was swept by in the strong current of the river, Rob jumped in to attempt to rescue him. He was found later that night on a snag in the current. One of my fondest memories of Rob was the day he stopped by my house to invite me to a barbque. He knocked on my door, and when I answered, there he stood...him and Mike. "Hey dude, having a barbque tonight, Come on over" he says. I tell him that my Mom and Dad have arrived that morning from out of town, and I'll have to take a raincheck. He says to me, "dude, you're gonna be sorry! Come check out what I've got for the main course!" We walk out to his car, and he produces a gunnysack, which he proceeds to empty out onto the street in front of my house. As I instinctively reach for my (legal) .40 cal CCW pistol, he says "look at these!", all the while grinning like a madman. In front of me are 1/2 dozen agitated western rattlesnakes, 3 to 4 feet long! He picks up the largest by it's tail, while shooing the rest back into a circle with his foot."I'm having a snake-bake" he tells me, "and this fat fucker is first on the grill!" Sorry Rob, Mom and Dad'll only be here for a day or two, and I need to spend some time with them. "That's okay dude, we'll have another one" he tells me, as he picks up each snake by the tail and returns it to the gunnysack. He loaded them up and drove away, disappointed that I wouldn't be at his house that night. That was the last time I saw Rob, till I stood looking at him, cold and lifeless in his casket. His Niece had placed a flask of bourbon in his vest pocket, and his favorite CD on his chest. We buried Rob that day, with many tears from his friends and family...and today, I trimmed the grass from around his marker. That was my friend Rob. Miss you buddy, and I'll see you when I get there. Greg

Think he shears 'em, cause he doesn't like wool in his food? G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

Now you're getting into Nathan territory! G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

How about..."Salmon. The other pink meat!"

No, it's just you. You're oooold dude! (tell me AT&T just likes to fuck with me will ya!) G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

I'd have to inspect'em close to give you an honest evaluation. G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

How bout the snapper w/out the rolls? G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

Hey Becky...How YOU doin? G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

Andress???damned right you can! (okay...no shit here, I know the first name's spelled wrong!...I can fantasize, can't I?!?) Still didn't answer...do you like Basque food? G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

And to think I always liked you. What kind of a sick person would spoil chocolate that way?? I'll bet you eat marshmallows in your ice cream too!

Damn Betsy, watchin your fall rate?? Come to Reno and I'll treat you to some killer Basque food!

What flavor? G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

At least you won't be in the bathroom getting rid of your's in 15 minutes! G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

Hey Ivan, got any leftovers??? G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

That's the old standby for me too. When I don't feel like turning the stove on, I get out the bottle opener!

Actually I am a pretty good cook, but being a single guy and all (the g/f's 2300 miles away) I've had 4 Heineken and 2 shots of wild turkey. What are you more domesticated types having? P.S- If single, how many are you having? G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."

Thanks, but I'd feel better if you sent them a pipe bomb. J/K...simply flushing a sponge down their toilet would do. G. Jones "I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around, the more I think it might not be a bad idea."