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I love doing that to people, Shan. I'm such a jerk.
Is it my turn now? I already registered for baby things and my mother bought me a Ferragamo diaper bag.
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I'm nearly done with the fourth Swiss cake roll. They are in sets of two, so I couldn't eat just one, of course.
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Ahh I must confess, 3 weeks ago, I had a friend who went to a party with me, I told him to behave. He ignored me and became intoxicated. I took great pleasure in knocking on his front door at 2 in the morning while holding him in one arm and the remains of his bottle of gin in the other. His mother answered the door and i said, "I believe these belong to you." and handed his dumb butt and a quarter bottle of gin over. All his mom asked was, "did he do that by himself" while looking at the bottle. I answered yes and went home.
Now I feel like a snitch...
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It was that or leave him by the side of the road, wasn't it? The bottle might have been unnecessary, but it's not like his mom didn't need to know he was drunk and might choke on his own vomit.
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stryker, that wasn't the first time his mother had seen him that way, was it? (I'm assuming who you mean though, so i have no clue)
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LOL yes well he was supposed to stay at my house that night, but I wasn't about to get in trouble for getting my 15 year old friend drunk, especially when he did it on his own....
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Okay, OKAY!!!!!!! I admit it. I was up till 6:00 this morning here, just lurking; no posting, and reading When the Wind Blows by James Patterson. Are you happy now? I made my confession!
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I'm plotting to build a ten-million-man army and take my revenge on Russia for its repeated humiliations of the Dragon Throne. Not to mention reclaiming all those lovely Siberian resources.
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(I am also shocked at ElJay. Shocked, I tell you! Not about the baby, but about her knowing dirty jokes. )
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(I want to hear the dirty jokes, too. Once again, I am appalled at myself. And yes, I do blush a nice flaming hot red. Darn German cheeks. *shakes fist )
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I blush, too, but it's kinda unpredictable. I will happily tell you dirty jokes any time. *waggles eyebrows*
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If you tell dirty jokes I may have to plug my completely virgin ears and hum to myself should I hear anything my flowers and bunnies personality can't handle.
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Oh, I promise not to tell them to you, Teshi. I wouldn't want to shock you. You might think I'm a horrible person and never speak to me again.
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We were travelling back from Miami, and it was me, my husband, and our boss tucked in the corner of one of those airport bars. We were half-blocking the aisle, and so I asked a guy at the counter if he would mind if I moved the empty barstool next to him just down a foot or two (to clear a fire exit line, although I didn't say that).
He said "no" and pulled the chair closer to him. There was a sort of hand gesture toward some guy standing behind the bar who was turned away.
The guy on the stool looked to be over six feet, built like a lumberjack, with a totally square upper body and a big, thick black mustache. He smelled of beer, even though it wasn't yet noon.
I said something like "oh, okay," and wiggled our chairs and luggage around to sort of clear a space.
I sighed, loud and heavy, in pure delight that we'd made it to the airport on time, gotten through security, and had everything and everyone together and intact.
The sigh didn't go over too well. (David posits that he might have had a passive-aggressive wife) ...
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Deep, very unfriendly growl. "You got a problem?"
Me, still musing on life, completely unaware, thinking he was being friendly and concerned for a stranger in need. "Oh, no! Just so glad we are here on time, and that it [the meeting in Florida] is finally over." Hands waving and breezy smile.
"So, you don't got a problem."
"No, everything is absolutely fine." (I am starting to pick up on the very weird vibe.)
"Absolutely?"
"Yes, absolutely."
He grunts and turns back around.
Later, when we got on the plane, I asked David if I'd almost gotten into a barfight in front of our boss. He said, "No, you almost got me into a barfight, and I would've been toast."
Although I have to admit, I have clocked a guy on the chin once, and I do sometimes kind of itch to get attacked again, 'cause I'd love to see what I can do with digging my claws in and pounding some guy's face into the floor. But only if he starts it.
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quote:Although I have to admit, I have clocked a guy on the chin once, and I do sometimes kind of itch to get attacked again, 'cause I'd love to see what I can do with digging my claws in and pounding some guy's face into the floor. But only if he starts it.
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"Deep, very unfriendly growl. "You got a problem?"
Me, still musing on life, completely unaware, thinking he was being friendly and concerned for a stranger in need."
That is just too frickin funny. I can picture it so perfectly in my head, and it's making me giggle insanely.
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It's awful to say, Sara, but I sometimes feel the same way.
I was walking with my friend Ralph at lunchtime on Friday, and there were these two guys... one of them apparently was fond of my appearance and felt the need to comment on it loudly, for a substantial period of time, while strolling through Marshell Field's.
I did a very good job of ignoring it for the first 4 or 5 minutes or so, and then as our paths were diverging he pushed it just a little too far, and I felt the need to respond. Ralph afterwards said "You really should do that when you're with a bigger guy than me." I told him that if my words started a fight, I'd take care of it myself, but he didn't seem to think that was acceptable.
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I try to ignore things like that when I'm with other people, because I know it makes them uncomfortable. But when I'm by myself, I always talk back to street harassers, on the theory that otherwise they think it's okay to continue. If less people just kept silent and took it, people would be less likely to think they can get away with it.
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quote:It never occurs to me that someone would "have to get into a fight for me." Or even consider it. My problem = I take care of it. End of story.
The problem is the other person may not limit it to you.
I was with a girl who mouthed off at some guy in a mall when I was in high school. He came after me with three people and cornered me in a Hallmark store. He said, "We're going to kick your ass."
I had a box cutter in my pocket (I worked in the warehouse of a Bradlee's - think K-Mart, but grimier). I pulled it out and said, "I don't think so." He took a half-step back and I took off.
I ended up getting picked up by security. The idiot who attacked me came back to "press charges."
The security guard wouldn't listen to me. Thank God he called the real cops. Turns out the guy who came after me was wanted for assaulting his mother. The cop cut me loose and arrested him.
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