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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by ndcaster, Jan 3, 2018.
*resists 'grinding bean' comment*
Plus, the fur, man. As if millions of baby raccoon voices suddenly cried out in terror, and were suddenly silenced.
I will NEVER be the same.
Awww! Did you give it a little love tug?!
if you love-tug a nose ring on a dominatrix, is it "assault" or some sort of sexual advance?
Wait, your barista is also a dominatrix? What's the name of this coffee shop, again?
But East Berlin had McDonalds..
they did? ok, "East Berlin, only with cellphones"
When we skin a deer, we call it undressing, or getting em naked.
I dunno, point being I guess even animals are nekkid under their fur.
I love this forum.
Can we all just sing it.
Its a hard knocks life... in a politically correct world.
This reminds me a of a funny story.
So we had a janitor that was a little on the slow side. He was a pretty good guy, and was in his forties but was the kind of guy who never understood social clues and was therefore very aloof and happy to be alone.
So one day a gal from the shop comes in and wants to file a complaint about the janitor.
She says she walked into the woman's bathroom, past the "do not enter - cleaning" sign because she really had to go. And as she comes around the corner of the stall there was the janitor... how to say this without offending the moderators.
"he was checking his oil", "he was shaking hands with president", "he was having some me time"
Anyway the lady says, "there he sat with this huge $%^& in his hand! You need to talk to him, he should not be doing that in our bathroom."
So the boss goes out to talk to the janitor and when he comes back in he is red faced and mad as can be. I asked what happened and he told me had fired the janitor. I assumed it was for the bathroom issue but he fired him because he was throwing some wood scraps away and threw some over the dumpster which lodged in the front windshield of the company truck. I said, did you talk to him about the bathroom incident.
He said, No, that was the least of his problems....
A year or so ago, a nice looking female co-worker complimented me on my sweater.
AND that's how I got to the place where if I see a naked lady who could pass for a twenty two year old Ann Margret riding a bicycle around and around, I'd just look the other way and say HOW BOUT THEM BROWNS?[/QUOTE]
Whoa...maybe pick a different team...I instantly envisioned ...well you know
A few months ago while working on a project, a woman in her mid-20's and another woman somewhat closer to my age (early 50's) informed me -- loudly enough for 15-20 other people to hear -- "We've been admiring your rear end."
Did I feel degraded, objectified, harassed, insulted, or intimidated?
No, I felt invincible.
Cmon now....lets be real...its a seafoam green Strat. Restraint...we don need no stinking restraint...lol
If you’re having a hard time applying the golden rule in a gendered situation, ask “how do I want my daughter/sister/mother/wife to be treated?”
Honestly if you have to put it in these terms you might already be operating from an empathy deficit, but people need to be met where they are.
Just don't watch girls volleyball, you should be fine.
Blame It On Rio