Random Babbling - 113

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Tell her to use fabric softener

 

Isn't it a turnoff to know a woman sweats so much that even laundry detergent can't help?

 

On the contrary, she was clearly trying to tell Ragusa something.

 

Smart girl! It was a rhetorical question

 

that she exercices? Showing is a lot better than telling...

If I had been Ragusa and she had asked me how to remove the sweat from her laundry, I would have answered "I dunno, I don't do much laundry. I only wear clothes in public". Then you gage her reaction.

 

This article is just too funy to not share. Talk about kinky! It's not a drastic news article, so I'll reprint it here in a spoiler.

Spoiler

A 24-year-old man is accused of stealing earrings from a jewelry store in Boston by sticking them between his butt cheeks.

Police said a female employee was showing the man earrings, but when she turned away briefly, the man walked out of the store. The woman noticed a set of earrings was missing, so she ran after him and told him to return to the store.

The man returned to the store with her and waited for police to arrive. After a couple of questions, the man admitted to taking the earrings, police said.

The man then reached into his boxers and "retrieved the earrings from between his buttocks and placed the earrings on the counter," Boston police said in a release with the headline, "Earrings aren't meant to be worn there."

"The suspect, after retrieving the earrings, told officers, 'You better arrest me, 'cause I need to learn a lesson.'"

Sick sick sick. I bet this guy has a life story that'd make fascinating reading!

 

I don't know Rags, I think you two are a match. She suddenly pops up with 'unexpected' questions and you suddenly post 'Spams' here in BoM.

 

Hmmm...a whole group of my friends went up to Idaho for Octoberfast. It's an amateur autocross consisting of everyday cars and daily drivers that are tweaked for performance. I wanted to go, but my car is nowhere near being ready for autocross. I also think it's funny that "OctoberFast" is goin on in September.

My friend Chris his racing is 2008 Honda Civic Si (he's favored to win in his class), my friend Tyler is racing his sweet 2007 Honda Accord, and a guy I work is racing a Mazda Miata....with a Corvette engine under the hood!

 

Sitting down for 5 minutes and having a coffee is fast becoming the highlight of my day. Thought I'd have more time to sort out housework etc once Ashley went to school but it turns out I seem to have less.
One of the reasons for this is that I am now being trained to work with a local NHS trust to liase between patients, audiology and the RNID and I'm the only person in a 50 miles radius of the said trust! Ah well, at least it's a job I love

 

Kitrax, the Munich Oktoberfest, traditionally, takes place during the sixteen days up to and including the first Sunday in October. Meaning, most of the time it is in fact in September.

 

Ahahahahaha!!! Stephen Colbert's congressional address made me ROTFLMFAO!!!

Today was dragging on and on, until I saw the video. After that, the rest of my day went pretty well.

Oh.....ok then. I didn't know that. So, uhhhh....Rags...when and where is Beerfest held? <_< 0_0 >_> ..........What?

 

Kitrax, Beerfest? That's a secret as you full well know

 

Kitrax, what about now and in Munich? Here is a Boston Big Picture thread for you.

Be sure to check pictures 1, 14, 17, 22, 26, 34 and 38 (the one on the right ).

The girls here can check out picture 28 for an image of a real man.

 

hmmmm... picture 38... *drools*

 

Well, you see.....I, errrr......I have this urn.....

 

I had a verbal brush with bouncers yesterday evening. Went to a club, queued in, listening to music on my mp3 player, after all waiting is boring - to then see that there were in fact two queues, one leading into some yard way, and another to said club. I thought that there must be some new club here, and I am in the wrong queue, so went over to the one in front of the club.

Mistake. As I would later learn, from friends, as the people I dealt with were unable to communicate that, the club was obliged, after neighbours had complained, to keep the exit from the yard open, and had thus split the queue, and hired some bouncer auxiliary troupe to keep order. No sign or information about that.

Anyway, along comes some guy yelling at me. Naturally, with my earphones, I couldn't understand him. So I put them out, and he had apparently ordered me to go back into the other queue, right now. I asked him who he was, who he was working for, and what the hell he wanted from me. He elaborated that he didn't just wanted me to go back where I had stood before, but all the way back, apparently as punishment for my 'transgression'. I asked him if he was sure that he wasn't joking. He wasn't. After that bad start, things went downhill somewhat further - he felt disrespected and threatened to expel me from the club (which was funny, considering that I was not even in the club but still on a public street, where he had zero authority to expel me from anything), while I was 'not amused' and not at all inclined to obey his orders. A classical case of dysfunctional communication.

I eventually simply turned my back, and went back on the street, called my friends, who were already in the club, and asked them whether they wanted to leave as I didn't exactly want to spend time and money at a club that employs inferiority complex ridden morons with an urge to assert themselves. Alas, they wanted to stay.

Now comes the funny part: As soon as I had finished my call the head honcho of the bouncer auxiliaries came to me and asked me whether I had just called the police. I asked him whether I should have, and whether there might have been a reason to. He became evasive ... it's a stressful evening and some people are out for trouble ... yadda yadda yadda. I told him that certainly I had no quarrel with them, and that I only wanted in that bloody club, without being ordered around for a silly dance, and generally be left alone. To their credit, they then did leave me alone and let me enter the club, even reinstated my old place in the line.

It still was annoying. Worse, the club sucked, the crowd was bad, the music was horrible, and we didn't stay there long, and my friends compensated me for their bad decision to stay by joining me in going to a decent bar. About as soon as we left, the evening took a turn to the decidedly better.

 

I hate to be picky but I think you meant 'queue', nut 'cue'. The first is a line you stand in, the second is something you play snooker with

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A load of our friends and there kids came round last night. There was about 24 of us. Rob and I supplied the booze and a pot of curry and everyone else brought rice, naan bread, dessert etc. It was a really good night. The whole group of us normally try to go out for a meal every few months but things have been tight for a few people lately.
It actually worked out better as it was a much more relaxed evening. We're going to do it again in a couple of months

 

Silvery,
it's a 'false friend' then. Queue is the German word for the thing you play billiard or snooker with. Thought it can't be right. Hah! Thanks.

A silly bit on the bouncers: The main bouncer troupe in that club belongs to a company named 'GIPS' (gypsum), and have that written on their t-shirts, which is why I call them the 'Gipser' (plasterers). Their auxiliaries didn't belong to the company and wore 'Ordner' (i.e. marshal) t-shirts. That only confirmed my initial impression that I was standing in the wrong line. Anyway, them cooperation made them Hilfs-Gipser (auxiliary plasterers), and their head honcho an Ober-Hilfs-Gipser (head auxiliary plasterer).

My hunch is that you can only become a full fledged Gipser when you weigh 110kg and are 1,90 metres tall and shave your head.

 

Well, you know what us Englishers are like, always have to complicate matters of language!

 

I think you mean *their* kids