In the Holiday thread:
billytea:
The construction company in charge of renovations to Melbourne Airport, including a multistorey carpark - and who got to plaster their name in gigantic letters all over this international gateway to Australia while the work was on - was a firm by the name of Hooker Cockram. Not since the law firm of Dewey, Cheetham and Howe has there been such an arrestingly named commercial venture.
Trudy:
Too bad they weren't Muddy, Orgy & Associates
billytea:
Melbourne
Airport. Not Sydney.
JohnSweden:
He's a tremendous guy. In his situation, I'd have broken a commandment, and not one of the good ones.
billytea:
usually go with coveting stuff. Because then you can feel all bad-ass without really having to break a sweat.
'Course, it means that every time I log on to eBay I feel a strange compulsion to mutter devotionals to Satan, but fortunately I keep getting outbid.
JohnSweden:
I mean, the neighbour's wife, gardening in those cutoffs? Who wouldn't have ... ahem. Never mind.
John Sweden:
I have a buddy named Fernando. Guess how much he hates ABBA?
billytea
I would guess that this would depend heavily on the extent to which he can hear the drums.
Elena:
The first words out of my mouth when he got on the line were 'Just checking to see if you're dead.' - because 'dead' is my default assumption when I don't hear from someone.
Sue:
I didn't know you were my mother! You've fooled me all these years.
Elena:
Sue, you need to put on a sweater. I'm cold.
Natter:
billytea: I mean, in Rome they honk as some sort of declaration of virility, and there's a pattern to that. (Challenges to one's manhood seem to include being overtaken - there appears to be a law in Rome that at no time may any vehicle be behind any other vehicle, and they're law-abiding folk; changing lanes; and not having the right of way at an intersection.) In Paris they honk as if to say "Alors! To ze barricades!", and then they speed up for a crowded pedestrian crossing or mount the pavement. (Apparently speed cameras never caught on in France, because you can guarantee that a driver will be affronted at this invasion of privacy, stop, dismantle the thing and take it home with him.) In Athens the message behind honking appears to be "This car is equipped with a horn".
[Edited because I left a town out]
Ginger in Natter:
Perhaps I'm just longing for the good old days, when men were men and cars had names like Edsel.
Gudanov made me laugh so hard that my throat hurts, in Natter:
sarameg:
Someone just asked me to explain the collapse & implosion of Yugoslavia. The short version.
Gud:
Dude, the Soviet Union is gone.
Cool, without the boot of Soviet power we can restore this country to it's Serbian glory.
No dude, you mean Croatian glory.
Hey guys, how about us Muslims?
Serbian!
Croatian!
Serbain!
Croatian!
You're going down!
Bring it bitch!
