01 July 2006

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:

Enny said...

... Mebbe it was his attempt at a pickup?!

Like '... you don't know how HOTT it's gonna be...'

Dave Mack said...

He must have had a decent sized scarf to get it all around that rugby sized neck of his.

Winter said...

Wha? Geez I sat here and did my best to understand your writing.. silly me..

Mars said...

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..?

Dot said...

from Centralia with love...

keep up the good work Mars. back in 14 days!

Dot said...

ps - yes i'm checking our blog while doing an 'intensive fieldwork study trip'.

sick, huh?

Mars said...

How were the beanies?

Miss Natalie said...

*banging head against wall*