we're going with two friends, and they've hired a driver
I feel pretty fancy
Cesca's mother's place in Rwanda has like five domestic staff and a driver. It is pretty surreal to be in a place where the people that live there plus their guests are outnumbered by the staff.
we hired a car once upon a time in DC
it was one of those black lincolns, because we got a discount through my wife's law firm
I felt really fancy then too, sippin bevvies in the back seat
It was weird being out there because I have no idea how to interact with domestic staff. It doesn't help that she only had them because the place she was working for insisted she have them, so she never had anything for them to do. There was perpetual conflict because Cesca's father will habitually do the washing up after dinner, but one of the maids would have sneaked into the kitchen and cleaned the pans while dinner was taking place, so he'd do the plates and cutlery just to annoy them.
Harley Quinn devote worship and faith in the Joker certainly reinforces the Joker love of himself, but I don't think the Joker haves sex with Harley Quinn.
If anything, his obsession with Batman would make him a closet homosexual. LOL, wouldn't that be ironic that the only thing that the Joker need is Batman love?
Because of Joker obsession with Batman and his chaotic nature, I don't think that the Joker is able to have sex. He just wouldn't be interested enough.
someone should tell John McCain that not even racists hate gay people anymore
i went to a couple queer pride parades in israel (where the tel aviv one was as liberal and decadent as the philly and nyc ones i've seen, and the one in jerusalem had horrible protesters) so i guess i am accustomed to some hardcore homophobia
but
i was watching philadelphia a few weeks back and there's a scene where the camera pans over the picketers in front of the courthouse
there is a sign that says "aids is the cure for homosexuality"
it was really jarring and i had to pause the movie and recover from it
someone should tell John McCain that not even racists hate gay people anymore
i went to a couple queer pride parades in israel (where the tel aviv one was as liberal and decadent as the philly and nyc ones i've seen, and the one in jerusalem had horrible protesters) so i guess i am accustomed to some hardcore homophobia
but
i was watching philadelphia a few weeks back and there's a scene where the camera pans over the picketers in front of the courthouse
there is a sign that says "aids is the cure for homosexuality"
it was really jarring and i had to pause the movie and recover from it
that's a fairly common idea among those people
The stereotype I grew up with is that AIDS is "the junkie disease", because it mostly affected heroin addicts until relatively recently.
We seem to have imported the connection to homosexuality these days, though.
someone should tell John McCain that not even racists hate gay people anymore
i went to a couple queer pride parades in israel (where the tel aviv one was as liberal and decadent as the philly and nyc ones i've seen, and the one in jerusalem had horrible protesters) so i guess i am accustomed to some hardcore homophobia
but
i was watching philadelphia a few weeks back and there's a scene where the camera pans over the picketers in front of the courthouse
there is a sign that says "aids is the cure for homosexuality"
it was really jarring and i had to pause the movie and recover from it
that's a fairly common idea among those people
The stereotype I grew up with is that AIDS is "the junkie disease", because it mostly affected heroin addicts until relatively recently.
We seem to have imported the connection to homosexuality these days, though.
I guess if I had domestic staff I would have to formulate some really strict rules about making eye contact with the family and the maximum amount of time that can elapse between when I clap my hands twice and when a servant appears
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I guess if I had domestic staff I would have to formulate some really strict rules about making eye contact with the family and the maximum amount of time that can elapse between when I clap my hands twice and when a servant appears
The really handy thing about having them about, is that when the power went (which is a not uncommon occurrence, it being Central Africa), there would be the sound of running feet, and then the generator being started up. At any time, day or night.
The worst Christmas possible would be receiving a Shakeweight, a Snuggie, and a Flowbee Do-It-Yourself haircutting shears. And socks and underwear.
Only if you couldn't manage to figure out how to combine the shakeweight and flowbee into a deadly weapon that inflicts horribly painful wounds on it's victims and then used it to murder the people who gave you those gifts while wearing the underwear, socks and snuggie.
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So, I'm off to my wife's company Christmas party, where for the first hour I'll pretend to enjoy talking to people I either don't know, don't want to know, or have to actively pretend aren't raging assholes. For the second hour, I'll eat and overcooked and under seasoned dinner of restaurant supply-quality food, followed by a forgettable dessert. For the third hour, I'll listen to a half dozen people that make more than the entire rest of the company combined talk about how great things are, and how they think a $20 Cross pen is an acceptable show of gratitude for someone who's given 5 years of their life to the company. For the 10 year people, the present is a clock! Then, the 4th hour, where whatever DJ they could find for cheap plays badly remixed club music while interjecting stereotypical DJ blather, to a group of closet alcoholics gyrating and dry-humping each other in preparation for a post-party Saturday night that will lead to a Monday morning of awkward and embarrassing interaction at work and possibly people transferring to different offices.
So, I'm off to my wife's company Christmas party, where for the first hour I'll pretend to enjoy talking to people I either don't know, don't want to know, or have to actively pretend aren't raging assholes. For the second hour, I'll eat and overcooked and under seasoned dinner of restaurant supply-quality food, followed by a forgettable dessert. For the third hour, I'll listen to a half dozen people that make more than the entire rest of the company combined talk about how great things are, and how they think a $20 Cross pen is an acceptable show of gratitude for someone who's given 5 years of their life to the company. For the 10 year people, the present is a clock! Then, the 4th hour, where whatever DJ they could find for cheap plays badly remixed club music while interjecting stereotypical DJ blather, to a group of closet alcoholics gyrating and dry-humping each other in preparation for a post-party Saturday night that will lead to a Monday morning of awkward and embarrassing interaction at work and possibly people transferring to different offices.
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It was weird being out there because I have no idea how to interact with domestic staff. It doesn't help that she only had them because the place she was working for insisted she have them, so she never had anything for them to do. There was perpetual conflict because Cesca's father will habitually do the washing up after dinner, but one of the maids would have sneaked into the kitchen and cleaned the pans while dinner was taking place, so he'd do the plates and cutlery just to annoy them.
that's a fairly common idea among those people
You are objectively wrong here.
My brother and I perfected the art of dodging red shells.
Which was fucking epic
yeah they're not bad gifts
well I guess someone got a shakeweight
The stereotype I grew up with is that AIDS is "the junkie disease", because it mostly affected heroin addicts until relatively recently.
We seem to have imported the connection to homosexuality these days, though.
The worst Christmas possible would be receiving a Shakeweight, a Snuggie, and a Flowbee Do-It-Yourself haircutting shears. And socks and underwear.
it's some old dude, hanging out with rich dudes
advising them on whether they should bid on half million dollar classic cars
I can, however, still type coherently. It is my secret superpower or something.
gays IV drug users prostitutes
struck them as poetic justice
there is a pretty good chance I will stab them
lol feminism?
he just said
when you're spending 6 or 700,000 on a car, you really should go see it, touch it, make sure everything's good
The really handy thing about having them about, is that when the power went (which is a not uncommon occurrence, it being Central Africa), there would be the sound of running feet, and then the generator being started up. At any time, day or night.
Only if you couldn't manage to figure out how to combine the shakeweight and flowbee into a deadly weapon that inflicts horribly painful wounds on it's victims and then used it to murder the people who gave you those gifts while wearing the underwear, socks and snuggie.
girl assassins are best assassins
Clearly you have not been drinking something manly, like turps
This wine bottle has no punt, so there is about half a glass more in there than I thought.
This pleases me.
one in Calif., one in British Columbia
bouncin around on a private jet
they were just talking about how the hose clamps are all authentic
Can't argue with that! :winky:
I am not a fan of the concours approach to classic cars.
I prefer that they remain usable and enjoyable vehicles, unless the point is to make them a museum piece.
diddy kong racing
You continue to prove you have horrible taste.
Write a Bukowski-style memoir about it.
mazzyx would like diddy kong racing if all the characters wore t-shirts with band names or puns or internet jokes on them
And I don't mean that in a drunken booth-at-the-back-of-the-bar-3am-I-really-love-you-man kind of way.