Fashion Board 12-09-03 through 1-08-04

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
I didn't pay last night. I am blessed with very good friends. Hmm. Maybe I can con one of them into taking me to a Sothbey's auction.

Can I come too?

[Replaced_Texan]

Originally posted by Tyrone_Slothrop
Can I come too?

I may be pushing my luck but if I can wrangle an invite for me, I'll assume it was meant for my imaginary friends too.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by notcasesensitive
Mr Man and I do this a lot. Changes any restaurant into a tapas joint. Works well with many kinds of food.

And I typically don't overeat this way, so after-dinner (and -drink) activities are not hampered.

did you hear the one about the old male partner whoasked the young female associate to help him do the legal work to set up a tapas bar, and she refused on principal.

[Not Me]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Actually, the legend that French people don't die of heart disease is exactly that. Its the result of the fact that for years French coroners and medical examiners did not bother to determine the cause of death for mid-to-older aged people who died suddenly. They'd just list "natural causes."

Which brings up the point, what exactly is a natural cause?

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I never order dessert anywhere. I'm an appetizer junkie. I sometimes order four or five appetizers instead of a meal. Its kinda like doing a tapas joint. I'm terribly indecisive and this ensures I get a little bit of everything I want.

2.

[Not Temp Sock]

Originally posted by Not Me ?

2.

2.

[SlaveNoMore]

Not Temp Sock
2.

These Not Socks suck.

Especially the Bob one

[Not Me]

Originally posted by SlaveNoMore
These Not Socks suck.

Especially the Bob one

Technically I am not a sock.

[not_penske]

Originally posted by Not Me
Technically I am not a sock.

2. I am also not Penske, which is not something I think that you can "2" to.

[not_penske]

Originally posted by SlaveNoMore
These Not Socks suck.

Especially the Bob one

2 relative to those "Not" socks controlled by Pestke. Of which, I am not one.

[Not Me]

Originally posted by not_penske
I am also not Penske, which is not something I think that you can "2" to.

You are both wrong and stupid. Shoo fly.

BTW - what is your unnatural obsession with Penzke? It is almost as bad as Tush Munch's unnatural obsession with me.

[Skeks in the city]

Originally posted by SlaveNoMore

[Expensive w]atches are for people with too much money to spend.

And manly, flinty watches are for backhanding people in the mouth.

[mr. bob dobolina]

Originally posted by Not Me
Which brings up the point, what exactly is a natural cause?

Natural causes could be the body just running out of steam for no other disease related reason as opposed to death by say cancer, like the one that this board is dying from. The cancer of evil twisted asstrollish socks, like you, Not Me. Unfortunately for the long time regulars who have to read your tripe and those of your cabal of equally twisted little cubicle mates, this looks to be a slow, painful, banally lingering death, where the place will hang on for months, neigh years, all the while with more and more of its real members getting tired of logging on to see that you are still doing your demented sock voodoo and all the while secretly hoping that the IT guys at your firm will turn you in to the MP for the final denouement of your sorry paralegal career before you actually destroy this beloved sanctuary for us.

You and your cohorts are like a cancer that is eating this place up from the inside, slowly and not fully realized even by the board’s sharpest wits like SlavenoMore, Sidney Finch, AbbaKiss and Skeks in the City, resulting in steadily worsening lethargy and lack of creative energy. I fear the vivaciousness that once defined this place only weeks ago now exists solely in our collective memories and computer caches.

Let me ask you Not Me, do you remember the film "My Wicked Stepmom"? I recently caught it on Bravo and actually tried to pay attention (1) so I could observe ways to appear sensitive, thoughtful and caring for future reference when I am trying to pick up some Ho' at the bar or in an internet chatroom, and (2) on account of Julia Roberts’ sweet ass. The point, and there is one, is that this film is a stultifying two hours plus long, and while that beeyotch Susan Sarandon starts going into her death throes somewhere around 40 minutes into the movie, it takes almost another ninety minutes for her to finally bite the fricking bullet. Given that and the fifth of scotch I downed beforehand I couldn't stay awake to see the cancer deep six Sarandon but for the ninety minutes or so that I did catch, I found myself asking over and over, when is this goddamned cancer going to put her and the viewers out of our collective misery.

This is the same sort of reaction I have to you and your pals on our board now.

Sad but true.

[Not Me]

Originally posted by mr. bob dobolina
[long, boring whinny litany by a drunk guy who fancies himself a creative thinker]

Umm, dude, did you ever hear of the ignore button? If you don't like me, put me on your list. You, loser, are now on mine.

Thanks for playing.

[Skeks in the city]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall

I had the same problem. Big shoulders relative to my waist. I've found that Hugo Boss makes dress shirts that fit me perfectly.

Hugo Boss doesn't work if you're short. Nor do a lot of other American designers.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by mr. bob dobolina
on account of Julia Roberts’ sweet ass.

that would be one evil hard-on. no offense.