Discussion in 'Miscellaneous' started by Fruitcake, Dec 31, 2012.
Oh, man, that's gotta chafe.
There's a guy that shows up at cons here dressed completely in a latex next gen uniform. It's enhanced by his terrible personal hygiene (really, you pray you are not sitting anywhere near him).
I recently added a very cute Star Trek apron to my apron collection. I also wore it as my costume at the Star Trek murder mystery party.
Bad personal hygiene and non-breathable fabrics is a combination that should be outlawed.
Kestra, do you have a pic of that apron? I'd love to see it.
Not on me, but here's the seller's image of it:
I know it's wrong, I know it makes people hate, but I just can't help it. If you scored 99.9% on your university entrance exams like I did recently, you'd probably want the world to know too.
(Unless you were sensible)
BRAGGING ON YOUTUBE. I have to explore this!
Whenever I use a public bathroom, I rip like the first foot of toilet paper off and throw it on the ground before ripping off the stuff I'm actually going to wipe my ass with.
I also flush tampons in public. They put those cans right at nose level, I don't want a blast of tampon compost gas in my face.
I thought those cans were only for pads?
I take handfulls of sugar and splenda packets from Starbucks for the coffee and tea I have at home.
^that brought back a quite forgotten memory. My dad did that all the time. Sugar, ketchup, anything sitting on the table that was there for the taking. Of course I only remember this because my mother was mortified by it. It was pointless too as he would just put these things in a drawer, it's not like my mother was opening up the packets to cook with. But it was classically my dad so I always thought it was funny.
I do that with napkins from Starbucks too.
I only do it because money's tight. I only go to Starbucks because my dad puts the money on my Starbucks card -- otherwise I couldn't afford it!
As for eating whole bags of chips and things, I've definitely come close. I at all but one in a box Girl Scouts' Samoas once, and I'm diabetic, so it's even worse!
I carry the Big Purse into the movie theater, so hubby and I can sneak snacks in without paying the ridiculously high prices.
Of course, when I go WITHOUT hubby, I totally buy popcorn there, which he forbids me to do. But he's not there, so screw it.
I did that with GS Thin Mints, except I ate the last one, too. And I've eaten a whole bag of Pepperidge Farm cookies way too many times.
^The only reason I didn't eat the last one was because I was shocked that I'd almost eaten a whole box of cookies by myself!
Way too tempting. Whenever done that, this is how I feel:
I've done that with Oreos very rarely.
When I was in college, we had a brief introduction to AutoCAD (drafting software) in our intro to engineering class. Most homework assignments were to reproduce the lines and shapes in various drawings they gave us, print them out, and turn them in.
I'm now proficient in ACAD, but this wasn't the case 15 years ago and simple shapes to scale were hard for me. So I got to a point where I covered up the info about the course and section number on the handouts, scanned them, printed them out, and turned them in as my own.
Then again, I used to get stoned in the men's room before class sometimes, so it's not surprising I wasn't too quick on the uptake.
Speaking of the men's room...I was in a bar and grill sort of restaurant in a touristy town in Vermont during Columbus Day weekend when I lived there. Right in the prime of leaf peeper season. I walked into the men's room and tapped a kidney. When I flush the urinal, water starts backing up and spilling onto the floor. For some reason it didn't drain and wouldn't stop filling.
I walked back to the bar, and nonchalantly told the bartender, "I was just in the men's room and it looks like one of the urinals is backed up. You might want to send in someone with a mop and bucket."
General panic ensues, and most of the staff is freaking out. Mop guy walks out and the manager asks how is it. The reply: "It's not good." They then put up an out or order sign and an orange cone by the door. They're freaking out how this can't happen on their busiest weekend, and I'm casually drinking a pint of ale, just taking it all in.
^I'm sure you're not the first guy to have done that. It's sort of embarrassing to tell someone you were using said urinal. But... how does a urinal back up?!
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