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*edit, long stupid post deleted*
My brother has been ragging on me for two weeks now, because I called him two weeks to tell him a joke. It goes like this....
Q: What's the difference between a poor marksman and a constipated owl?
A: A poor marksman shoots but can't hit, and a constipated owl...
*editing continues*
One of my coworkers has really got me thinking lately. I met him on the bus in February probably (I take the bus to work in the winter because I hate driving in Quebec in the winter and it's better for the environment) . I didn't see him again until April, when we met up on our bikes on the F1 track. We've been riding a few times since and we've really hit it off. Part of it is I have so much respect for how he lives his life. What 31-year-old do you know that makes good money and doesn't own a car? Nor a TV? Nor a cell phone? If you ask him why, he shurgs and says he doesn't need it. His girlfriend works in sustainable urban development. She is a badass chick who's tough as nails and I can't get enough of. She warmed my heart when she went on a 45 minute rant about people climbing Everest "for charity." What the hell is that, she raved, you need to go do some freakin' $50,000 hike to raise $2,000 for an orphanage? A true hero would just give the whole $52, 000 to charity and walk to the grocery store!
Last night, I met up with them and two other friends who didn't really know each other before. It was odd, all my separate worlds colliding on the rooftop terrace of a trendy gay bar (complete with jacuzzi and pool... which I wouldn't go in if you paid me). As we were trickling out, I asked W what he thought of C (the girlfriend), and he said "I LOVE her. She's enough to turn me straight." C was laughing so hard a W at one point that she drooled. And MK (the guy from work) was deeply into conversation with CB (another university friend) about her thesis and its frustrations. It all flowed. It was good shit. And good shit, as we all know, is the reason I get up in the morning.
My brother has been ragging on me for two weeks now, because I called him two weeks to tell him a joke. It goes like this....
Q: What's the difference between a poor marksman and a constipated owl?
A: A poor marksman shoots but can't hit, and a constipated owl...
*editing continues*
One of my coworkers has really got me thinking lately. I met him on the bus in February probably (I take the bus to work in the winter because I hate driving in Quebec in the winter and it's better for the environment) . I didn't see him again until April, when we met up on our bikes on the F1 track. We've been riding a few times since and we've really hit it off. Part of it is I have so much respect for how he lives his life. What 31-year-old do you know that makes good money and doesn't own a car? Nor a TV? Nor a cell phone? If you ask him why, he shurgs and says he doesn't need it. His girlfriend works in sustainable urban development. She is a badass chick who's tough as nails and I can't get enough of. She warmed my heart when she went on a 45 minute rant about people climbing Everest "for charity." What the hell is that, she raved, you need to go do some freakin' $50,000 hike to raise $2,000 for an orphanage? A true hero would just give the whole $52, 000 to charity and walk to the grocery store!
Last night, I met up with them and two other friends who didn't really know each other before. It was odd, all my separate worlds colliding on the rooftop terrace of a trendy gay bar (complete with jacuzzi and pool... which I wouldn't go in if you paid me). As we were trickling out, I asked W what he thought of C (the girlfriend), and he said "I LOVE her. She's enough to turn me straight." C was laughing so hard a W at one point that she drooled. And MK (the guy from work) was deeply into conversation with CB (another university friend) about her thesis and its frustrations. It all flowed. It was good shit. And good shit, as we all know, is the reason I get up in the morning.
posted by M at 11:21 AM
3 Comments:
"What the hell is that, she raved, you need to go do some freakin' $50,000 hike to raise $2,000 for an orphanage? A true hero would just give the whole $52, 000 to charity and walk to the grocery store!"
Isn't it good to meet people who think correctly? Big props to this.
Laughing so hard you start drooling...hahaha that's hilarious...I've seen people snort and spit and stuff but not drool!
I have an unvcle who laughs so hard he drools. my mum says I take after him. i think not.
As they say, opposites attract, your colleague and his girlfriend seem to be very very different!!
And no, I don't known anyone who does not own a mobile phone.
Fitèna
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