Johnny 13 wrote:I have started buying pre-minced garlic in a jar.

I am a monster.

itchy mcgoo wrote:It makes me want to STAB when entire families or large groups of people spread out and chat at the baggage claim converyor belt after full flights with no mind paid to the space they are taking up.

John W. wrote:

itchy mcgoo wrote:It makes me want to STAB when entire families or large groups of people spread out and chat at the baggage claim converyor belt after full flights with no mind paid to the space they are taking up.

This is so true.

Hey I just thought of something. Someone should play a prank in these situations. Would it be possible to make one's way to the very end of the conveyor belt where those flappy flap things are and then place some funny thing on the belt? You would have to do this without anyone looking of course. Then you could make your way over to the annoying crowd and wait until your hilarious prop makes its way around the track. It could be a doll in a little baby carrier (covered somehow to look realistic). Or perhaps something more extreme, say a good movie SFX mock-up of a severed head? Or some fake poo might do the trick.

connor wrote:

Pure L wrote:This one has been bugging me since I was a kid:

(I just couldn't ever put a good reason behind it).

People,

When you are going somewhere that involves close, social-interaction please make sure that you have something in your stomach. Brushing your teeth and/or popping that mint or piece of gum will not cut it!

I do NOT want to smell your insides! (It's almost worse if they're "kissed" by that faint whisp of mint, actually).

If your stomach is empty, it will become "active" and the smell will then come out of that hole in your face.

I understand that we're all human and sometimes we smell bad but I don't put you in a headlock after mowing the lawn for the same reason.

Breath smell like garlic, onions, or even a cigarette? That's ok. I can put a label on that smell. It's still not pleasant but at least it has a name! Your empty stomach--on the other hand--is something so obnoxious and mysterious that I only become confused and angry upon having to share it with you.

This post could have been called: "Bad Breath: Why I hated church as a child". You try sitting with that fucking choir in the balcony!! I'd cringe whenever the "Hallelujah Chorus" was to be sung. All those breathy h's and coffee-filled stomachs at 9 in the morning? No thanks.

I'm not sure I understand what you're talking about. "The smell of an empty stomach emanating from your gut?"

kerble wrote:my good friend, Ted mailed me one of these:

John W. wrote:Would it be possible to make one's way to the very end of the conveyor belt where those flappy flap things are and then place some funny thing on the belt? You would have to do this without anyone looking of course...Or some fake poo might do the trick.

itchy mcgoo wrote:

John W. wrote:Would it be possible to make one's way to the very end of the conveyor belt where those flappy flap things are and then place some funny thing on the belt? You would have to do this without anyone looking of course...Or some fake poo might do the trick.

Note to self: purchase overpriced Baby Ruth while en route to baggage claim.

salut, John W.

Hey, does the "W." stand for "waaaaaaaaaaaaaah?"

John W. wrote:So there was that... and the constant crying.

TheMilford wrote:Stay to the RIGHT on the stairs in the subway!

LOOK where you are walking!

Stay to the RIGHT on the stairs in the subway!

Be on time!

Don't ever explain to me why you are late! I don't care (see: "be on time".)

LOOK where you are walking!

Do not use the phrase "these ones" it is redundant. Just say "these" it'll suffice, I promise.

Stay to the RIGHT on the stairs in the subway!

Get your umbrella out of my eye!

LOOK where you are walking!


Cheers,