ampersand wrote:"Where the white women at?"

This thread needs spike actually telling us the details.

"Nice shoes. Wanna... ...get together some time over coffee and discuss the Zionist media monopoly and the impact of legalized border invasions by the mongrel races?"

"No no, I believe in the female orgasm. It's the Holocaust that's the myth."

It's this guy who comes by the store every day or so, and I'm always SUPER polite to this guy because you know, scary. I know that as a blonde blue eyed person I'm probably safe, but still. He has come up a time or two with guys who have not just the swastica but the SS runes, or the whole chest piece.

Like I said, very scary.

He just asked me if I had seen the new Batman film yet and if I'd give him my number. Told him my phone time was expired and maybe some other time.

PS Amp wins with the Blazing Saddles quote.

I agree.

Spike, tell him you can't date customers. Store policy. That's what I used to do when I worked in a bar and thousands and thousands of women would ask me out every week.

Rant: Trying to get things done in my apartment, but across the street something keeps causing a loud screeching noise not unlike audio feedback that has been going on for several hours. It's like what Open Mic Night must sound like in Hell.

Rorschach wrote:I agree.

Spike, tell him you can't date customers. Store policy. That's what I used to do when I worked in a bar and thousands and thousands of women would ask me out every week.

I have to ask, did you meet your wife at such a bar?

No, I met her at a barbeque. She could hardly stand.

I'm the world's worst hangover.

Rave: Finally, finally, after years of fighting and threats of Union action, I've been made full-time permanent at college.
While I've been on a .5 contract for the past three or four years, my other working hours have been temporary, have changed in nature and number year on year depending on the availability of classes and have rarely amounted to anything like a full-time job. I've been working 3/4s of a job in fat years and more like 2/3s in lean. Ching ching. Maybe I can finally buy some clothes that fucking fit me and don't have holes in them, can think about moving to a real house and can unleash my frightening potence once again upon Nicola's terrified ova.

Rant: My pre-wedding health regime is not making much difference. I think I need to knock off alcohol for the next eight weeks.

Things are coming up Rors

Rave: I can breathe again! And even post here occasionally!
Rant: Way too much has happened since I was last here that I can't even remember it all.
Rave: At least I got a raise out of it!
Rant: Had to go job hunting to force it out of them.

That was quite the gamble, Jerm. Did you need any recap of things while you were out?

Heh apparently he held his breath for a very long time...

Rave: Jermy! And now we are complete again!
Rave: Tax rebate. £1495. That'll do.
Rant: It's all going to disappear into the wedding black hole. Every penny.
Rave: Jermy!