Lunar Olympic officials continue search for missing pole vaulter
It's been a boring week.
DiceGimp gets ever riper, and it's getting more and more obvious. You see, he only washes clothes once every two weeks. That's kind of unpleasant.
Even worse, he has only one pair of pants for his uniform, he works eighty hours per two weeks, and he does bike patrol. Yuck!
And also, when he turns to me and speaks (far too often, I might add), I'm reminded of a moment from the movie Snatch where Bullet-tooth Tony has Mullet's head in his car window and he's driving along and throwing questions at him.
"ERUGH, have you been brushing your teeth with dogshit Mullet?"
That's what it smells like. Eep.
He's been especially unobservant as well - doesn't notice a horse trailer on the site when it's way out of place. Can't see me in the windows, doesn't notice details that aren't even obscured. Stuff like that.
Saw a guy at the SkyTrain station on Sunday night on my way to work. He was speaking with the most amazing Afrikaaner accent as he went from person to person saying in a deep James Earl Jones voice "Let mae tell you sumptin', mon! Thees is not China! Thees is not India!" Then he would turn on heel, throw an arm up and say "Thees is BOOOOOOOOLSHEET!"
Then he'd work the crowd. "Where are you from?" "I'm from Italy." "Italiano! Let mae tell you sumptin', mon! Thees is not Italia!" And so on. Very amusing way to pass the time until the train came. ;)
And last night... I was standing on the platform near DiceGimp (who is in uniform, as usual), and some hairy disheveled guy across the tracks yells something at him/us. I glanced over, but he didn't say anything, so I kept talking to DiceGimp. The guy was occasionally calling out something like "Faggots!" and "Motherfuckers!"
When he got on his train, he flipped us off from the window as the train rolled out of sight. Weird. :P
Next post, I'll try to remember to tell you the pickle Depaxus and I have got into in our weekly game. But in the meantime, I just love stuff that really happens but you wouldn't believe if I told you about it.
DiceGimp gets ever riper, and it's getting more and more obvious. You see, he only washes clothes once every two weeks. That's kind of unpleasant.
Even worse, he has only one pair of pants for his uniform, he works eighty hours per two weeks, and he does bike patrol. Yuck!
And also, when he turns to me and speaks (far too often, I might add), I'm reminded of a moment from the movie Snatch where Bullet-tooth Tony has Mullet's head in his car window and he's driving along and throwing questions at him.
"ERUGH, have you been brushing your teeth with dogshit Mullet?"
That's what it smells like. Eep.
He's been especially unobservant as well - doesn't notice a horse trailer on the site when it's way out of place. Can't see me in the windows, doesn't notice details that aren't even obscured. Stuff like that.
Saw a guy at the SkyTrain station on Sunday night on my way to work. He was speaking with the most amazing Afrikaaner accent as he went from person to person saying in a deep James Earl Jones voice "Let mae tell you sumptin', mon! Thees is not China! Thees is not India!" Then he would turn on heel, throw an arm up and say "Thees is BOOOOOOOOLSHEET!"
Then he'd work the crowd. "Where are you from?" "I'm from Italy." "Italiano! Let mae tell you sumptin', mon! Thees is not Italia!" And so on. Very amusing way to pass the time until the train came. ;)
And last night... I was standing on the platform near DiceGimp (who is in uniform, as usual), and some hairy disheveled guy across the tracks yells something at him/us. I glanced over, but he didn't say anything, so I kept talking to DiceGimp. The guy was occasionally calling out something like "Faggots!" and "Motherfuckers!"
When he got on his train, he flipped us off from the window as the train rolled out of sight. Weird. :P
Next post, I'll try to remember to tell you the pickle Depaxus and I have got into in our weekly game. But in the meantime, I just love stuff that really happens but you wouldn't believe if I told you about it.
posted by Rimmy at 20:56
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To my former flood technician, always filled with "helpful" hints: can nothing be done about the guy who smells? I'm sure you can reach deep within the recesses of your brain and devise some sort of trick to get that poor man washed!
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