First I have to see the wanton destruction of booze, then Jocky reminds me of the dark day when I bludgeoned the coworker and now he's appointed himself CHM.:cold:
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First I have to see the wanton destruction of booze, then Jocky reminds me of the dark day when I bludgeoned the coworker and now he's appointed himself CHM.:cold:
Is it getting dark in here?
Why is the room spinning?
"Fasten your seat belts. It's going to be a bumpy night."
http://www.democraticwings.com/image...llabouteve.jpg
I apologise unreservedly, O chief High Moderator, I should have put rampant instead.
By the way, is it your Christmas card list I'm on.
Careful Sounds, Wearing leather in a room full of Texans, could be risky. You may end up lassooed and branded.
Careful Jocky, you best get my name on that thar list; we Texans have been known to secede. You don't want tose the Texas contingient.
By the way, you better check your list and see if Tareq and Michaela Salahi on on it. They might try to crash the party.
You'll also want to pick up about ten gallons of hairspray and curlers the size of an oil drum!
The irons are in the fire as we speak!
:)
Our Jocky, who art in High Lands, "Hallo!-ed" be thy name.
Thy serfs are here.
Thy will be large, e'en not upon a horse.
Protect our mead, thus we are content.
We've no faults, so forgiveness can only be for themselves.
Please, please, please, tempt me, tempt me, tempt me, lord,
for I too wish to fall from my horse.
Amen
Awards ceremony? Hold the phone here people, I think your getting a little ahead of yourselves!!! Just because Jockey made a declaration doesn't mean it is so. It's like the peanut gallery saying they are taking over the Howdy Doody show. Jockey can make the declaration and strut around in his velvet cape and tights but really the producers are still at the helm.
Now, let's talk about prettying up this place. I've been spending more time here recently and think it's time to freshen up a bit.
Go ahead and freshen up Papayahed. Anyone who under-rates introspection won't find anything after they clean up! OOOOhh-that was too harsh I know-my self-inflicted flagellation with wet noodles commences now. Too bad your presence here has made you feel the need to clean up. Men enjoy a little clean dirt?
Another important notification
Despite overwhelming public support I have no option but to tender my resignation. This is due to intolerable pressure from fellow moderators ( who shall remain nameless ) who were clearly jealous and couldn't handle firm male management. Oh well its back to flower arranging and knitting for us. I recommend Prendrelemick for the vacant position. Thank you all for your backing during my lengthy spell at the helm. :thumbs_up
I am not so sure about Tareq but that Michaela could gate crash my party anytime. :)
:lol: In the great pantheon of poetry that one is right up there with the best.
" Get thee to a nunnery........We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery " :)
I am far too moderate to be a moderator, and too idle.
Not all those, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave,
Dear God who said anything about cleaning up??? I don't clean. A fresh coat of paint and some track lighting would do this place a world of good. And lets get rid of these overstuffed leather recliners and get a settee in here.
I never could hide my feeling from you.:redface:
Where are you Atheist, I have been keeping the thread warm for you? I know it looks bad and we are near the point of closure, but dont blame old Jocky, blame Prendrelemick, blame Gbrekken, blame Gilliatt but never blame Jocky. :)
:lol: Excuse me, we like it just the way it is. Beer and dust is fine with us and we dont need no settee? Besides Atheist would have my guts if he did not find things just the way he left them.
What's this? I visit this thread after a short absence, and it's filled with talk of settees? Not that I know what a settee is, mind you all -- (it's probably French for "old stump" or some such thing), but what has this thread come to?
Let me light a campfire for the men here to gather round:
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Offer some bacon to those men here who would have some:
http://www.businessweek.com/autos/au...es/bacon-2.jpg
And, ladies, if you're still here, could you fetch us some sandwiches before you go? That would be lovely.
Because he's an idiot or a sexist.
Can't think of too many other options.
Leaning towards congenital idiot, because he's making himself loom like a dick in front of other males (and females), some of whom are presumably superior to the bloke in question.
Parker mentioned this in passing on the telephone when I rang and asked him to put the Montrachet on ice and open the cigars to let them breathe for a while for my return this evening.
I see you got his message as below!
:lol:
Oh my word!
I've been staying in the "adult district: in Wellington. I think I saw a little number in black that's just right for you!
I'll get one ordered,
Precisely!
:D
Damned if there weren't two nuns in the airport today.
Haven't seen a nun in full habit for years.
Eating hot chips they were! And laughing! What happened to the days when a nun having fun was a delight to Satan and good for a a severe whipping?
God, the Catholic church is getting soft these days. Next, they'll refuse to have a Nazi pope.
A lightning trip to Wellington, mate!
You probably don't know Wellington, but it's aptly named. You need nuts the size of the Duke's to live there. It's built on an earthquake fault which makes the San Andreas look like a scratch, and it's right next to a gap in a 3000 km long mointain range, so you could say it's a bit windy. In the same way you might say the universe is quite big.
Luckily, I managed to escape with both my virtue and DNA intact.
Still goes in the stupid category.
The specific mention was in a professional capacity.
In that case, the mock-sexist just isn't going to work. Maybe in 1950, but not now.
No way.
How could you have missed that one?
It was in a professional situation.
;)
One needs to be really close and friendly to be able to pull off a joke like that.
I have a colleague who keeps calling me (not so much others) "sweetie" and "darling". As you might have noticed, I am anything but... I would like to do something about it but not sure how to proceed.
There are some occasions when it may be ok.
1/ The lady in question is called Babette or Babe for short.
2/She has just called her male co-worker Honey, and he responds in kind.
3/ They are an item, and he has permission.
4/ He was talking to a small pig that rounds up sheep.
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Oh my word!
I've been staying in the "adult district: in Wellington. I think I saw a little number in black that's just right for you!
I'll get one Next, they'll refuse to have a Nazi pope.
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Thank you, Atheist, I can't wait to slip on my new leather threads:banana:
I guess, if Jockys party is off; I'll just have to wear it to the church Christmas party:lol: You know, I really liked old John Paul II, I was about to convert to Catholicism:rolleyes:
I don't think there is a little box we can put Jocky in; he's an original. So we have to judge all of his actions on their own merit. Isn't that right, Babe?:lol:
You should feel pleased Papayahead, he never called me Babe; Unless Schizo is the new Urban term...:cool:
Are you both really moderators:confused:
Now lets be clear. We are not talking about Jockey using the term Babe, we are talking about my coworker saying that in a professional setting.
I'm not worried about being called babe in a blokes thread, that's like going to the beach and being worried about bringing sand home it's in the professional setting which is irksome and which is what we are talking about.
yes, why? :cool:Quote:
Are you both really moderators:confused:
Okay, so here I am, sitting around in my cute leather outfit, I have sand in places that I really find objectionable (because I made a lightening stop at the nude beach to admire the moons); I have just drank my fifth bombay and soda which loosens my tongue...and I find out I am on "the thread" with all moderators:eek: I'll just sneak into the kitchen and fry some bacon:redface:
Dear Cold ale BLOKES thread.
As this thread is now appears to be Lit Net's agony column,:rolleyes: I am turning to you for advice. The other day my wife threw out my sandwich. My sandwich! Does this mean she has lost all respect for me? What punishment would you deem appropriate.
yours in hope . Prendrelemick
Nothing like the sizzle of fat back and a cozy fire! But we must be cautious Comedian if you fry it up before sunrise. The glowing eyes you see around the perimeter of camp are not necessarily the customary opossums, kiwis, and raccoons. Magnus Pedi is quite fond of bacon given the fact that feral hogs are considered a delicacy.
Settees in the camp? Have we not been served sufficiently well over these many weeks by our finely honed slabs of slate? Prendrelemick put a lot of elbow grease into those pieces. What concerns me more is the missing three handled moss covered family gredunza. What method can we employ to find it?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBokGmwXWfs
As for the “little mares” that continue to saunter into our camp, I’ve constructed a nice paddock around the back side of the cave. We’ll keep em in there for the time being.
Place her in the paddock with the others.
Gilliatt
It's that incense and loose dresses, I'm sure of it.
Have you tried the direct approach?
Go up to him/her and say, "That really gives me the *****"?
Failing that, a punch in the face usually works!
:D
Throw me in a couple of eggs, woman.
I'll leave that one to jocky.
I'm stumped.
That's a meat I haven't had in years, but I'll swear to it being the tastiest, juciest, best meat ever.
I don't like factory pork, but give me an honest-to-god wild porker and I'm a happy man. Free range pig doesn't even come close to a wild one.
They burn well in a crisis.
:idea: There's nothing better to get a man off your case than to come up behind him in an empty hall and with great familiarity, grab his butt cheeks...you will be "mam'd" the rest of your life:wave:
1. How old was your sandwich?
2. Did she ever respect you...and, do you care; I always find that when people start respecting me, the romance is slipping out the window!
I was going to ask for my paddock to have an alcove and pink drapes; but now that I find that the admirable jocky is also a moderator...No wonder he does all those 360's.
What man can tolerate the call of the wild and the call of the banshees...
I will snarf down my sandwich and be off...
:lol: a paddock? It'll be interesting to see you try and round up the "little mares". Where's my popcorn?
oye, I couldn't imagine grabbing a coworker in that manner and it may potentially open up the possibility of charges against me.
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but now that I find that the admirable jocky is also a moderator...
Papaya - Moderator
Jocky - Not
Yes, all of this sexual harassment stuff both gives and eliminates our rights: anyway, back when I was much cuter and much, much smaller; I had a good amount of annoying work admirers...I finally grabbed ones backside in the hall one day...From then on it was "Yes ma'am"
:blush: Oh, gosh I'm dense, that was what I meant by "are you both moderators"; I thought Jocky was up there too...:crash:
Good god. If I were 25 nowadays, I'd be in jail.
I have great difficulty with this whole thing. When I was in my 20s I had affairs with several women I worked with. They all sprang out of mutual attraction and sexual innuendo.
Yet, I could confidently predict that no woman I've ever worked with would ever consider anything I did to be unseemly or improper. I was able to be sweet to prudes without ever them ever raising an eyebrow in my presence, although I must say that given enough time and effort, even the old maiden aunts at work will respond to the tiniest bit of sexual innuendo.
Nowadays, they'd bring back stocks to deal with me.
And why did things change?
Because we (men) mistakenly allowed you to believe you were our equals!.
Idiots.
In days when sexual discrimination at work existed, there was no "power" over women, because if the boss started getting amorous, she'd just leave and go work at the next supermarket. But give them "equality" and one wants to be promoted faster than another so she has an affair with the boss, while another boss uses the carrot of a better job to coerce a subordinate into sexual favours.
While I blame my forefathers for this appalling state of affairs [!], I have to concede that it is all women's own fault, because if you'd gladly stuck to the kitchen/library/school/nurse's uniform/supermarket checkout, none of this would have come to pass.