Heh. People kept trying to write on my shirt during the last day of my schooling, but I kept taking their permanent markers away from them. I had quite a collection by the end . They asked me why, and I responded "Why the hell would I want to ruin a perfectly good shirt?" . Of course, anything they wrote would have been offensive; I didn't like them, and they didn't like me . Still, they still had fun by placing a pig's head near the school office. It caused quite a stir .

You really are an interesting bird Eskie. I've still got my old school shirt with all the crap written on it, I get it out from time to time to reminisce about all the people I never see any more.

@Esqy, most likely they didn't like you because you would correct their grammar all the time. And you probably took away their markers for fear they would make spelling mistakes on your shirt.

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You really are an interesting bird Eskie....

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Aye, 'tis true Mustang. Indeed, I'm probably one of the strangest sane people you are likely to meet. Oh, and I meant "sane" in the broadest possible sense .

SS - I guess you've got me there; I USED to correct people's English. I've stopped it now though, mainly because I was getting tired of dodging punches . Besides, scribbling names (and swear words) on people's clothing has "immaturity" written all over it .

Edited by - esquilax on 6/22/2004 12:12:02 AM

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I DID used to correct people's English.

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I DID *use* to correct people's English.

Curse you!*Sob* It's not my fault I have a dodgy keyboard *sniff*. In fact, I just replaced it with an MS "Multimedia" keyboard an hour ago, so we shouldn't have any more slipp-upps.

kimk - Just for the record, my previous post WAS correct, but it was also appallingly bad english.

Edited by - esquilax on 6/22/2004 12:19:57 AM

you're q right, Eskie, it was appallingly bad English

I think I may have told this one before but either way its an interesting story. This happened to a friend of mine, anyway, he cheated on his girlfriend. Its generally simple like that, he cheated and well she found out, so one day she shows up at his house with a bunch of brownies and a video (of a movie I forget which one) anyway, she gives him the brownies (apparently they were damn good) since he ate almost the entire batch. Anyway they sit down to watch the video and they were watching it when 10 minutes into the video, it cuts to a porno of the guys girlfriend giving this other guy a blowjob, and shows him coming into the batter she used to make the muffins . It was really gross, the guy was a wreck but I still rupture laughing every time I think about it, I actually heard he gave her a jolly-good thrashing after he saw that but im not sure, havent talked to him in a while .

"Some people are like slinkies, their not really useful for anything, but you cant help but laugh when you see one tumble down the stairs"

that's f***en brilliant!

ive heard that one before, slightly different, but still the basically same.

Me:
Imitaitng the Apollo-13 explosion on my bike (bang!- swerve, BANG!- swerve)
Needless to say, eventually, i lost my balance and went to the ground.
Split my chin open something horrible, blood everywhere.
Plus, my doctor wouldnt let me in to get stitches, so we had to go accross the suburb to another doctor to get stitched up (6 stitches)
That was grade 6, 4 years ago

My first honest to god real serious job in downtown Manhattan. Suit and all. My first serious expensive suit, cost me $350 at the time.

I walk smartly out of the apartment, to the subway, ride the train and get to my office building, walk a little struttingly through lobby to elevators. Ride the elevators
to office floor. Walk grandly to my desk and sit down. Looked down while reaching for my desk key in my front pants pocket and discover:

1) Fly has been wide open all the way from home.
2) My shirt tail was partly sticking out of my fly.

As the realization of what had been going on hits me over the head like a sledge hammer I got flashbacks of lots of strangers smiling/laughing as I walked by them from home to work. And also explained the very squeamish look I noticed on the seated lady in front of whom I stood for 15 minutes while on the train.

Indy, that has to top them all.

ROTFL Just be thankfull it was only your shirt tail hanging out.