Once a friend of mine and I ran into a friend of a friend in a bar. This woman (the friend of a friend) went on and on about how happy she was, and how all you needed to be happy was to have the right attitude. Then she said how she really disliked unhappy people, as their unhappiness was due to their weakness or laziness or something (I forget her exact words).
This woman was about 20, had just come back from a 3 month vacation in Europe, and was a big-time socialist (she was a huge fan of Marx (the person)). Rather than give this woman the beating she so richly deserved or attacking her happiness beliefs directly, my friend and I just calmly proceeded to trash Marx (talking about what an elitist he was and the contempt he had for the proletariat, etc). In the end, we got the satisfaction of leaving this woman quite upset.
I don't bother with guns. I find the men realize the danger and begin to flee on sight. I prefer tasers. Perhaps its just the Dogbert in me, but I enjoy the sound of shizzling polyester when I have cramps.
I enjoy the sound of shizzling polyester when I have cramps.
"I love the smell of napalm in the morning."
In actuality, I prefer swords. They don't run out of ammo, plus they're good exercise.
I wonder if we'll see many of the guy Bitches in here this morning.
Cow-orker: "It's all about attitude. Even when life is handing you nothing but lemons, you just need to choose to not let it bring you down. Put on your happy face! Smile! Keep your chin high!"
Me: (big smile) "Fuck off, John. Seriously. Walk away."
First day cramps! Wheeeeee!
If you truly managed to get one comprised of your actual peers, no jury would convict you. ijs.
Probably NSM.
"Some folks need killin."
Juries really hate to convict, too, Simon says.(Back to "Touch your nose, motherfucker,", huh?)
Dress like a schoolteacher, bury the weapon like a childhood trauma, and you're probably good to go.
I wonder if we'll see many of the guy Bitches in here this morning.
Heh. Loving this exchange because A) I'm not in the line of fire and 2) imagining some of my colleagues offering happy smile platitudes.
Pre-wagon-ma to them as wants it.
t carefully backs out making no sudden moves
We have no W2W in the upstairs. I removed it all. The living room floor is red oak, the bedrooms are fir (though they'll need to be replaced, and the bathroom has unglazed 1" porcelain hex tiles with dark grout.
We have fugly sheet vinyl in the kitchen/dining area, of the sort you can't get clean.
PEDANT ALERT
Sheet vinyl != linoleum.
Linoleum is a green building material made mainly from renewable resources, such as linseed oil, rosin, and wood or cork powder. Sheet lino generally has a jute backing. The pigment/pattern go clear through the product, which has an exceptional lifespan. It's great stuff, and enjoying a surge in popularity.
Sadly, it also fails to be a cheap install, or I'd be putting it in my house.
But it's its own product. A great product. One which deserves to reclaim its good name. Sheet vinyl came in as a cheaper--and, natch, less durable--replacement, and people, who are by nature lazy, never updated their term for the floor surface to reflect that change.
Remember, there is no close to the pedant tag.
