There is a guy at work who's quite pretty, but from what i hear, he's dumb as an ox. Sort of like a meat-head rugby player or something. Anyway, i'd never really spoken to him before, and yesterday i ran into him hopping into the lift on the way home. Melbournites will know that it's been cold as chariot (as my dad would say - and come to think of it, i'm not exactly sure what that sating means...it definitely suggests motherfucking cold though) this last week, so the following exchange occurs.Me: *wraps scarf around neck* Gotta rug up, eh? It's bloody freezing!
Ox: Yeah... *wraps scarf around neck* you never know how hot it's going to be when you get out there.
NOT VERY, i'm suggesting.
8 comments:
... Mebbe it was his attempt at a pickup?!
Like '... you don't know how HOTT it's gonna be...'
He must have had a decent sized scarf to get it all around that rugby sized neck of his.
Wha? Geez I sat here and did my best to understand your writing.. silly me..
Enny- highly unlikely, i would have thought. But you know, stranger things have happened i suppose. Not sure if i like sporty ones... given my aversion to 'sport' and all things 'sport' related, and all...
Davemack, nows i think about it... he did have a pretty big scarf. No coat, and massive scarf. I remember thinking at the time that it was pretty weird he didn't have a coat. I s'pose the fat scarf kept all the hot in for 'im.
Winter...not sure how i can help you with this problem. Maybe try an online translator or something..?
from Centralia with love...
keep up the good work Mars. back in 14 days!
ps - yes i'm checking our blog while doing an 'intensive fieldwork study trip'.
sick, huh?
How were the beanies?
*banging head against wall*
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