Re: I think I know what's up with Idol.
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Squeamous
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Originally Posted by manker
Didn't the same thing happen when you tried it on with Mary. And now Idol's quit the internets since you hit on him.
Draw your own conclusions but basically you're left with a dirty fumble in a transport cafe with yours truly.
Little Chef?
No, when I tried it on with Mary he made a valiant attempt flirting because he's a gentleman. The fact he was terrible at it is neither here nor there.
I think I've worked it out. You speak English too well, and when I say 'too well', I actually mean you understand everything someone says to you in English.
Mary gets on better with women who don't really know what she is saying. Hence the protracted stays in China and the immigrant wife. I imagine Mary's studied body language in detail and can flirt effectively in a non-verbal manner. Once the conversational interchange begins, however, it's to her permanent advantage if they only understand every fourth or fifth word. Or better yet, none at all.
The moral of this story is that there's a bus leaving in thirty four minutes from outside your residence, it's the number 52. This will bring you directly to the Road-Chef at Clacket Lane :stalker:
Re: I think I know what's up with Idol.
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manker
Mary gets on better with women who don't really know what she is saying.
Sort of true, but not for the reasons you mentioned. I'm just an obnoxious show off, and the only girls I hit it off with are ones that give me run for it, analysis for analysis. All the other 99 % just get pissed off and annoyed.
Re: I think I know what's up with Idol.
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Artemis
Nah, just hose him down, he's not begging Wayne Gretzky to come and bust the door down is he? :blink:
Who what now with the where?
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Originally Posted by
manker
I think I've worked it out. You speak English too well, and when I say 'too well', I actually mean you understand everything someone says to you in English.
Mary gets on better with women who don't really know what she is saying. Hence the protracted stays in China and the immigrant wife. I imagine Mary's studied body language in detail and can flirt effectively in a non-verbal manner. Once the conversational interchange begins, however, it's to her permanent advantage if they only understand every fourth or fifth word. Or better yet, none at all.
The moral of this story is that there's a bus leaving in thirty four minutes from outside your residence, it's the number 52. This will bring you directly to the Road-Chef at Clacket Lane :stalker:
I think you're on to something, and I think Mary would be best served by a Thai bride. I don't think a Russian one would exhibit the required degree of meekness, while water rolling off the oiled skin of a darker mail-order bride wouldn't be so enticing. When we've finished up in the Road Chef and mopped ourselves off we should definitely look into procuring him one :naughty:
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mjmacky
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manker
Mary gets on better with women who don't really know what she is saying.
Sort of true, but not for the reasons you mentioned. I'm just an obnoxious show off, and the only girls I hit it off with are ones that give me run for it, analysis for analysis. All the other 99 % just get pissed off and annoyed.
What about the ones who think you have several behavioural disorders and want to dissect you under their giant mental microscope :naughty:
Re: I think I know what's up with Idol.
I replied to you locking up Idol in your basement, and you asking if you should let him out yet, I repled nah just hose him down. The Wayne Gretzky reference was a one for a Canadian ice hockey player to come and save him from your basement ( you could have at least googled instead of becoming confuzzled?) :blink:
Re: I think I know what's up with Idol.
I assumed that you wouldn't address a cultural reference to me that you knew I wouldn't understand unless your comment wasn't worthy of my effort in looking it up :happy:
Re: I think I know what's up with Idol.
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Squeamous
I assumed that you wouldn't address a cultural reference to me that you knew I wouldn't understand unless your comment wasn't worthy of my effort in looking it up :happy:
Ooooh that is so evilly convoluted for this late at night, actually the Wayne Gretzky reference was to get Idol to jump up and down and yell that he didn't need saving by some neanderthal of an ice hockey player with teeth missing and early onset parkinsons from all the blunt force trauma, but no, sadly even that didn't make him twitch...... :sadwalk:
Re: I think I know what's up with Idol.
Re: I think I know what's up with Idol.
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Artemis
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Originally Posted by
Squeamous
I assumed that you wouldn't address a cultural reference to me that you knew I wouldn't understand unless your comment wasn't worthy of my effort in looking it up :happy:
Ooooh that is so evilly convoluted for this late at night, actually the Wayne Gretzky reference was to get Idol to jump up and down and yell that he didn't need saving by some neanderthal of an ice hockey player with teeth missing and early onset parkinsons from all the blunt force trauma, but no, sadly even that didn't make him twitch...... :sadwalk:
Wayne Gretzky is a turn-coat punk and may his LA home burn down with his c-list actress wife inside it.
Re: I think I know what's up with Idol.
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Originally Posted by
Squeamous
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Originally Posted by
manker
I think I've worked it out. You speak English too well, and when I say 'too well', I actually mean you understand everything someone says to you in English.
Mary gets on better with women who don't really know what she is saying. Hence the protracted stays in China and the immigrant wife. I imagine Mary's studied body language in detail and can flirt effectively in a non-verbal manner. Once the conversational interchange begins, however, it's to her permanent advantage if they only understand every fourth or fifth word. Or better yet, none at all.
The moral of this story is that there's a bus leaving in thirty four minutes from outside your residence, it's the number 52. This will bring you directly to the Road-Chef at Clacket Lane :stalker:
I think you're on to something, and I think Mary would be best served by a Thai bride. I don't think a Russian one would exhibit the required degree of meekness, while water rolling off the oiled skin of a darker mail-order bride wouldn't be so enticing. When we've finished up in the Road Chef and mopped ourselves off we should definitely look into procuring him one :naughty:
OKay but I'm not sponging myself down this time.
I want to spend the rest of the day with the air around me thick with the scent of lady jizz.
I was going to protest against the Thai bride, on account of you never know if they're male or female. But Mary wouldn't care. So. We'll go ahead as planned and study Mary relentlessly in the aftermath of the union.
Re: I think I know what's up with Idol.
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Originally Posted by
Squeamous
What about the ones who think you have several behavioural disorders and want to dissect you under their giant mental microscope :naughty:
Would depend on whether she's also undressing me with her eyes. I'm not sure, but I think that's the first time I've heard a woman nickname her vagina, at least you went with a scientific theme (making it cool) instead of calling her Dalia or something.
