My cousin sent me this. I thought I’d translate it for you:
Cheers, mate.. Not really sure what you’re trying to imply here, though.. :)
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My cousin sent me this. I thought I’d translate it for you:
Cheers, mate.. Not really sure what you’re trying to imply here, though.. :)
Ahh, the sweet and impossible-to-understand hints and signals from a woman.
I was once out with a girl who kindly informed me that she wasn’t wearing any underpants. I totally freaked out.
What did you do, then? My first thought was “Hey! I’m eating here! Give me a break, please.”
For the sake of mankind, I refrain from comment.
That kind of a hint is equivalent as saying “I want you NOW!” She needed a man then for sure. ;)
Again, I wish to withhold that information until further notice. But yes, she needed a man. Indeed.
A man, as in a person with equivalent or more strength than a bear, so the person can carry some of my furniture up 6 floors? Or a man as in sex?
We were having drinks and it was getting way too late to be chucking furniture up the staircase. Besides, I don’t do heavy lifting. That’s what money’s for. What are you going on about?
This trip to IKEA has left you scarred, mentally scarred, my brother.
Going on about nuthin’. Just thinking through a lumberjacks mind, that’s all.
And even though I’m strong as a bear, I can still make sweet love to a nice gal.
I completely fail to see your point.
Your narrow association of men and carrying is simply sexist.
I’ve never seen a group woman carry a piano up a stair, that’s all.
I’ve never seen anyone carry a piano up the stairs, I think. But that’s wholly irrevelant. Why would I carry some piano up the stairs when this nice girl with no knickers on was coming on to me?
I can only think of one, maybe, but he’d prolly say “Why bother? Do we need ’em?”. Why didn’t you reply to her “YOU CAN BORROW MINE!”? Would’ve been the best reply ever.
ROFTL!!!!!!! You guys made my night…
Then I’d be sitting there without my nickers. And there is NO WAY I’ll be carrying any piano with my tackle out.
No longer “Just another weblog”, now it’s the “Woman Without Pants ‘n Pianos Channel”. Haha.
I think this is my second most commented post now. What a waste.
I blame it entirely on the girl who didn’t wear underpants!
The only thing you can blame her for was bad timing.