m.koren wrote:Had a dental appointment at 7am to have my bottom right wisdom tooth removed. It wouldn't come out cleanly because it turns out that one of the nerves hooks up into the bone so... that took about two Goddamn hours. Then the clutch on my van (89' Transporter) goes and that's gonna cost $650 w/labour. On the bright side, I can probably use that as a bargaining chip to pay less for the van itself (still paying off the seller, who is a relative). Good times, good times.

Good God, man!

I truly wish I had a whiskey-delivering monkey to send over.

But you just can't count on those guys...

My brother has started referring to me as Mr Penis in response to this story. Life is indeed a

Josef K wrote: Cabaret

sparky wrote: A friend, an ex-intimate, has just expressed her incredulity at my thanking him for the compliment. But what else could you say?

"Oh, um... it's not mine. It's a rental."

itchy mcgoo wrote:But you just can't count on those guys...

Thanks, but I already have a few of those guys in my closet. All trained, of course. Yeah, they're great, huh ?

Sparky you big homophobite, he was a lecherous gay not a pervert. The least you could have done was bummed him. It was rude not to.

Go back and find him.

sparky wrote: A friend, an ex-intimate, has just expressed her incredulity at my thanking him for the compliment. But what else could you say?

<wink>
"The trick is to exfoliate before you moisturize. And a weekly seaweed wrap never hurt!"

I mean, truly, the gentleman was probably looking for tips on getting his parts up to par. Egomaniac!

I agree with Mssr Tanx that you owe this gentleman something--a handy, at the very least.

Well RT, if you read the story, he had the opportunity when my back was turned... But, yes, I am painted in disgrace by my homophobition. I will scour the streets on my bicycle looking for him.

Seriously, though: the long staring at an obviously uncomfortable naked man in a public place, does this not tip over from the pastoral grounds of cheerful lechery to the abandoned warehouses of perversion? Forgive me, this is a new set of etiquettes for me!

As an aside, for a joke which I have discarded on grounds on it being unfunny and of even lower taste than my usual standard, I looked up Hanky Codes. Whilst it has no photos, it might be NSFW for some of you (if you work in a particularly intrusive and conservative entity), but I leave the link for those interested.

sparky wrote: A friend, an ex-intimate, has just expressed her incredulity at my thanking him for the compliment. But what else could you say?

I don't think I would have said anything different. It reminds me of when a friend of mine had a burglar try to crawl in a window of the room in which he was watching tv. All he could think to say was...

"Can I help you?"

I suppose a demonstrative massage and moisturise would have been polite of me. Oh dear. Live and learn.

sparky wrote:Hanky Codes.

So that's why you don't see so many fur hankies these days...