A frolic in Cambodia

[Replaced_Texan]

Originally posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy
But what is it about carpentry or landscape work that does it? The sweat? The callouses? That kind of dustiness you have when you come up from a few hours of working wood?

The hope that I don't have to do it.

And I think I've discovered that fringy is, in fact, Sars from Tomato Nation. From her latest essay:

And speaking of things in Christmas songs that I don't understand, what is going on in "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus"? First of all, in my house, you stayed in bed Christmas Eve or you got a spanking in your stocking. Second of all, either Mommy is cheating on Daddy with Santa, or Daddy is dressed up as Santa and it's some kind of May-December roly-poly kinky thing that the kid doesn't need to see, which leads me my third point, namely that the child is kind of a voyeur, and when Mommy gets done playing tonsil hockey with St. Nick, she might want to look into a child psychologist before neighborhood pets start disappearing.

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
The hope that I don't have to do it.

And I think I've discovered that fringy is, in fact, Sars from Tomato Nation. From her latest essay:

I think this woman overheard a rant I made about mall music blaring from every individual store to a friend whom I called on my cell while inching out of a parking lot of a mall on Long Island that was already decorated for Christmas on October 23rd.

I do most of my shopping online, so I can avoid the mall, which is a unique Christmas-music hell in that every store has a different song loop, each one blaring out the open front doors and competing not only with each other but with the mall's own PA system, and the mall's mix is extra-heavy on the sleigh bells and psychotically cheery trumpets in order to make itself heard over ringing cash registers, children screaming their heads off in terror because Santa smells like a rum-soaked diaper, rustling wrapping paper, crinkling bags, couples fighting over in-law gifts, the Andrews Sisters, a clumsy woman who just knocked over an entire display of stock pots in Williams-Sonoma with her messenger bag (that happened to a friend), cell phones ringing, screechy teenagers running up the down escalator ...

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy


But what is it about carpentry or landscape work that does it? The sweat? The callouses? That kind of dustiness you have when you come up from a few hours of working wood?

Come on. Are you serious? Guys who spend all day pounding nails into stuff usually end up with unbelievably hot bodies, and a pretty good tan. Not all of them, but enough so that the sample size is pretty damn high.

And I think I have a thing for the guy who works for the copy company that we use a lot. He's built like Michael Phelps but with a much cuter face (no overbite/crooked teeth). I think I'll have some stuff copied today.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
The hope that I don't have to do it.

And I think I've discovered that fringy is, in fact, Sars from Tomato Nation. From her latest essay:

I don't find that song as disturbing as "Santa Claus Got Stuck in My Chimney":

Santa Claus got stuck in my chimney,
Stuck in my chimney, stuck in the chimney
Santa Claus got stuck in my chimney
When he came last year

There he was in middle of the chimney
Roly-poly, fat and round
There he was in middle of the chimney
Not quite up and not quite down

Santa please come back to my chimney
Back to my chimney, back
Santa please come back to my chimney
You can come back here.

Cause baby, made a brand new chimney
Just for you this year!

Santa, come on back!


http://www.geocities.com/merrystar3/...nMyChimney.htm

[Greedy,Greedy,Greedy]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
You're not really this dim, are you? She's a homeowner.

So someone fat and rich who can pay the gardener and carpenter to come by will do it just as well? There is no further appeal to being a carpenter? I've only just begun to fathom this.

[ilikenewsocks]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
You're not really this dim, are you? She's a homeowner.

Apropos of very, very little, your avatar makes me think you are Not From Here.

IL(I'm going back to studying that picture of Kournikova)NS

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
I don't find that song as disturbing as "Santa Claus Got Stuck in My Chimney":

Santa Claus got stuck in my chimney,
Stuck in my chimney, stuck in the chimney
Santa Claus got stuck in my chimney
When he came last year

There he was in middle of the chimney
Roly-poly, fat and round
There he was in middle of the chimney
Not quite up and not quite down

Santa please come back to my chimney
Back to my chimney, back
Santa please come back to my chimney
You can come back here.

Cause baby, made a brand new chimney
Just for you this year!

Santa, come on back!


http://www.geocities.com/merrystar3/...nMyChimney.htm

Ohhhhhh say it like Edith Bunker) -- this was performed by Lisa Nicole Carson on the album "A Very Ally Christmas." So it's not about an actual chimney.

[Greedy,Greedy,Greedy]

Originally posted by ilikenewsocks
Apropos of very, very little, your avatar makes me think you are Not From Here.

IL(I'm going back to studying that picture of Kournikova)NS

Please feel free to adopt the AK picture as your avatar.

[NotFromHere]

Overweight American passengers have broken dozens of seats on the Queen Mary II, the world's biggest and most luxurious cruise liner, according to Britain's The Sunday Telegraph newspaper.

A spokesman for the company Alstom Chantiers told the newspaper that some of the passengers, mostly those from the United States, were heavier than expected.

There has been a rise in the number of obese and overweight people going on cruise holidays because of cramped seating on airplanes and trains, an obesity expert explained to the Telegraph.

Can we expect weight limitation signs on chairs just like they have on elevators? This chair's capacity is 250 lbs. If your ass is wider than this, you cannot ride this ride.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
Ohhhhhh say it like Edith Bunker) -- this was performed by Lisa Nicole Carson on the album "A Very Ally Christmas." So it's not about an actual chimney.

Of course not. It's about football.

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by ilikenewsocks
Apropos of very, very little, your avatar makes me think you are Not From Here.

What a coincidence. Your posts make me think you are Not From Here.

[ilikenewsocks]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
What a coincidence. Your posts make me think you are Not From Here.

I only sub on Mondays. I'd go into further detail, but I'm just not that into you.

[SlaveNoMore]

NotFromHere
Come on. Are you serious? Guys who spend all day pounding nails into stuff usually end up with unbelievably hot bodies, and a pretty good tan. Not all of them, but enough so that the sample size is pretty damn high.

You watch far, far too many Diet Coke commercials.

Most construction guys I see look like this

[bold_n_brazen]

Originally posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy
The discovery that women are into guys who play with wood and sharp objects, or who like to bend down in the dirt and shove bushes into holes, was one of the turning points of my youth.

My god, where I came from, everyone did such things and those who could read at a sixth grade level usually couldn't wait until they didn't have to anymore. Suddenly, I had skills that the little prep-meisters never learned.

But what is it about carpentry or landscape work that does it? The sweat? The callouses? That kind of dustiness you have when you come up from a few hours of working wood?

Why is any of this more appealing that sitting on your ass crafting a good legal argument? Why, RT?

(UM, but, otherwise, given the distance, maybe we'd best just talk about football).

Speaking only for myself and not for all womankind, I can tell you that it's a primal thing. A guy who can do physical labor appeals to my baser instincts. Plus, a guy capable of certain physical pursuits is more likely to be able to pick me up, throw me over his shoulder, and carry me off than the guy sitting at his desk, sheppardizing a bunch of cases.

Plus, the callouses pretty much guarantee that not much is going to hurt his hands, or ruin his manicure.

[Not Bob]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
Ohhhhhh (say it like Edith Bunker) -- this was performed by Lisa Nicole Carson on the album "A Very Ally Christmas." So it's not about an actual chimney.

You and Mrs. Not Bob may be the only two people in the universe who have that CD.