I can't speak for others, but I usually just ignored it. Not to mention the fact that I don't post as much as others. But then, all of a sudden, your posts were EVERYWHERE. HTH.
Has a bash Bianca day been announced in the States or something?
Her English is no worse than that of other foreign posters here, not wanting to name names (*cough* Powerdoc *cough* ) and I'm sure it's much better than most people's Italian. She's not the most frequent poster here either. <img src="graemlins/oyvey.gif" border="0" alt="[No]" />
6:36 iBook time (in Belgium) and just came back from surprise birthday dinner and subsequent free all night drinks. Havana club rules yipppppppie. Egads... I did SMS Mulatta didnt I? Hehehe... fun wheeeeee. Thanks bellllllisssima. You actually posted my stupid sms o the rest of the somewhat civilized world.
<strong>Look, the grass is always greener on the other side. You think moving to France or Germany or Switzerland or the US is going to solve your people problems? </strong><hr></blockquote>
Thanks Defiant, but I'm sure plenty of other people were lurking on and thinking the same thing. They're just more polite about it than I am. Sometimes bluntness is called for.
Rod: I don't know about anyone else, but I don't care about her English. I don't speak Italian, so she's ahead of me in the language skills department. But look at Powerdoc - another person with "funny English" - no one gives him a hard time (other than in good humor). What gets on people's nerves / causes them to give Mulatta a hard time (about anything) is her little sexual innuendo pitty party game.
People tire of it, but don't want to call her "strumpet", "desparate" (or whatever), so instead they pick on something else that doesn't seem so harsh. Maybe that makes me a bastard, but I think I speak the truth in this case....
Now back on track: signs that you *need* to get really, really drunk - turning a drunkenness thread into "Dr. Phil meets Mulatta". Someone give me a beer, damnit!
I was flying out to Toronto for my cousin's wedding labor day weekend (labour day for you Canadians). I got there a couple hours early for my flight, pulled up a seat at the airport bar, and drank Jack Daniel's straight for the next two hours. About 15 glasses, each consecutive trip to the bathroom before the flight got exponentially more difficult. When I got on the plane the stewardess insisted on helping me stow my big in the overhead compartment. I was asleep as soon as I sat down.
Anyhow, mid-flight when the beverage carts go by, I swear to God they were serving Chocolate Covered Pretzels or Nachos. I almost leaned out to the aisle to request Nachos in my half awaken stage. Others that have flown Air Canada inform me that they in fact do not serve Chocolate covered pretzels and Nachos on flights, but it really seemed so real....
How do I know when I'm really drunk? When I'm at a family gathering of some sort. No other way to handle the rich arrogant bastards without losing it...
funny story, jack. tell your gf, she was right to insist that u tell us that story. <img src="graemlins/lol.gif" border="0" alt="[Laughing]" /> <img src="graemlins/lol.gif" border="0" alt="[Laughing]" />
<strong>funny story, jack. tell your gf, she was right to insist that u tell us that story. <img src="graemlins/lol.gif" border="0" alt="[Laughing]" /> <img src="graemlins/lol.gif" border="0" alt="[Laughing]" /> </strong><hr></blockquote>
... I would think normally that I would have to be really really drunk before I'd go to say to someone that his eyes (or more precisely his pupillas) look like Apple logo..!!
.. but I just said that and before drinking at all! A very cute AI but pity not living close ...
I thought Boston College was a school for Irish Catholics? I also thought that all good Irish Catholic drunks are aware that open windows and not doors were to be used when you gotta take a whiz. This is just another example of the continuing erosion of basic civility in society. In my youth we knew to find a nice shrubbery when we were socked out of our minds. No more it seems.
I knew I was drunk last Saturday when I came home at 2, took my dogs out to pee, and lost one of them. 2 hours later (after stumbling around the neighborhood w/a flashlight) she showed up right where I left her.
She scared the shit out of me! My other dog just followed me around the whole time. He was probably wondering why the FK we weren't going to bed.
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if my english is SO $H1TTY why did it take half a year for so many people to notice it?
Her English is no worse than that of other foreign posters here, not wanting to name names (*cough* Powerdoc *cough*
[ 10-25-2002: Message edited by: RodUK ]</p>
.. you are really really drunk when you sms a fellow AI member at 5,30 AM to post in AI that you are really really drunk.
Now if you need a translation for THAT.. either ZO was really really drunk when he sms'ed that or you are too drunk to read.
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hear you all on Sunday when I recover...
Zo
<strong>Look, the grass is always greener on the other side. You think moving to France or Germany or Switzerland or the US is going to solve your people problems? </strong><hr></blockquote>
you said that well.
Rod: I don't know about anyone else, but I don't care about her English. I don't speak Italian, so she's ahead of me in the language skills department. But look at Powerdoc - another person with "funny English" - no one gives him a hard time (other than in good humor). What gets on people's nerves / causes them to give Mulatta a hard time (about anything) is her little sexual innuendo pitty party game.
People tire of it, but don't want to call her "strumpet", "desparate" (or whatever), so instead they pick on something else that doesn't seem so harsh. Maybe that makes me a bastard, but I think I speak the truth in this case....
Now back on track: signs that you *need* to get really, really drunk - turning a drunkenness thread into "Dr. Phil meets Mulatta". Someone give me a beer, damnit!
[ 10-26-2002: Message edited by: Moogs ]</p>
I was flying out to Toronto for my cousin's wedding labor day weekend (labour day for you Canadians). I got there a couple hours early for my flight, pulled up a seat at the airport bar, and drank Jack Daniel's straight for the next two hours. About 15 glasses, each consecutive trip to the bathroom before the flight got exponentially more difficult. When I got on the plane the stewardess insisted on helping me stow my big in the overhead compartment. I was asleep as soon as I sat down.
Anyhow, mid-flight when the beverage carts go by, I swear to God they were serving Chocolate Covered Pretzels or Nachos. I almost leaned out to the aisle to request Nachos in my half awaken stage. Others that have flown Air Canada inform me that they in fact do not serve Chocolate covered pretzels and Nachos on flights, but it really seemed so real....
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<strong>funny story, jack. tell your gf, she was right to insist that u tell us that story. <img src="graemlins/lol.gif" border="0" alt="[Laughing]" /> <img src="graemlins/lol.gif" border="0" alt="[Laughing]" />
see jack? i am always right.
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if my english is SO $H1TTY why did it take half a year for so many people to notice it?</strong><hr></blockquote>
i don't know if your English is bad. i just thought you were trying to "cute and clever" what i would call "geek speak"
but i must confess i have a hard time understanding you but maybe this is becasue of the "geek speak"
...not trying to be critical, just my observation <img src="graemlins/bugeye.gif" border="0" alt="[Skeptical]" />
[ 10-27-2002: Message edited by: burningwheel ]</p>
.. but I just said that and before drinking at all!
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see jack? i am always right.
you are that ! :eek: <img src="graemlins/oyvey.gif" border="0" alt="[No]" />
edit: now I understand why you're from his pants.. <img src="graemlins/lol.gif" border="0" alt="[Laughing]" />
[ 10-27-2002: Message edited by: Defiant ]</p>
When the kids down the hall piss on my dorm room door at 4 AM.
She scared the shit out of me! My other dog just followed me around the whole time. He was probably wondering why the FK we weren't going to bed.
Anyways, I blame it all on a keg of Sam Adams.