pick-up lines

[Rachel Peters]

oh shoot. public forum posts do come back to haunt.

...but he was just talking about salsa. that's all. just salsa. leave me alone. SALSA!!!

[Rachel Peters]

Q: "What's your sign?"

A's:

"Stop"
"Yield"
"Slow men at work"? (no comma)
"Slow children at play"?
"No stopping between the hours of 9am and 6pm, Monday through Saturday."
"Objects in mirror are larger than they appear"??
"Beware of dog"??!
"Caribou crossing"??
"Contents under pressure"?

...Ok, those were awful.

[Rachel Peters]

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Could you give me directions to your place?"

nyuk nyuk ny...

[Evan Young]

if you were a bugger, I would pick you first.

[le pire]

I believe you mean booger...

there is a difference between american and english and the verb "to bugger" doesn't exist in the USA and maybe Jester would like to explain what it means.

[jester]

thank you ettiene:

As there is a difference with "fag" which in England means cigarrette, in USA means "faggot."

To "bugger" in English is to perform the act of psodomy.

[Peter Voice]

I thought you were referring to a "booger", meaning a piece of crap in your nose. Language and venacular can often cause misunderstandings.

[Rachel Peters]

Yes, I was intending to point that out to Even as well. I knew he meant "booger", as in "mucus", but was also familiar with the English term.
I wrote the post and then trashed it.
...You know me. I blush at words like "nipple".

[jester]

Originally posted by Rachel Peters
...You know me. I blush at words like "nipple".

I'm prudish too... that's why I dropped out of engineering college.

[Evan Young]

off topic

Rachel, I thought I saw you in one of my shows in Burlington last weekend. I was really pleased that my show was going well (that you saw a good one, not a bad one).... I kept looking at "you" trying to figure it out.... it wasn't you.... you had a kid.... you didn't pay

[Rachel Peters]

aaaaawwwwww.

My doppelganger made me look like a cheepskate. ...probably a bad mom too.

You're right, it wasn't me.
And I don't have kids.
At least none that I'm aware of.

So glad you cared enough to try to figure it out!

[Rachel Peters]

Just before we took off for the weekend, one of my friends got a phone call from a nervous boy. He had made "Canada Day cookies" and invited her over for cookies, because, "I'm not really doing anything right now. I'm just sitting here, watching some sci-fi."

She said she couldn't make it, because she was on her way out of town.

He said, "oh, well, you don't have to stay. You can pick them up and take them with you."

"But we really don't have time. We're just about to leave."

"Well, you could just pull into the driveway, and I'll run them out to you."

I found it funny that she didn't have time to come to his door, but maybe she might have time to pull into the driveway. ...it was just that last thirty seconds that was too much.

cute.

(I wanted her to take him up on it, and roll her window down a crack, just far enough to let him slide each cookie through. ...Then maybe roll it up on his fingers and pull out.)

[Rachel Peters]

If attraction were nausea I'd be puking into the bucket of romance.

[caricatureguy]

Originally posted by Rachel Peters
Just before we took off for the weekend, one of my friends got a phone call from a nervous boy. He had made "Canada Day cookies" and invited her over for cookies, because, "I'm not really doing anything right now. I'm just sitting here, watching some sci-fi."

She said she couldn't make it, because she was on her way out of town.

He said, "oh, well, you don't have to stay. You can pick them up and take them with you."

"But we really don't have time. We're just about to leave."

"Well, you could just pull into the driveway, and I'll run them out to you."

I found it funny that she didn't have time to come to his door, but maybe she might have time to pull into the driveway. ...it was just that last thirty seconds that was too much.

cute.

(I wanted her to take him up on it, and roll her window down a crack, just far enough to let him slide each cookie through. ...Then maybe roll it up on his fingers and pull out.)

Was this guy one of the Barenaked Ladies perchance? What a douche! And your freind... Who doesn't want free cookies? I mean really... Why was she so mean? Why are you so mean? Rolling the window up on his fingers.... Jeeze... Girls are mean....

[Rachel Peters]

I agree. Girls are jerks -- always running around in lederhosen, going on trips, never having time for cookies.

On behalf of all of us, I apologize.

He came over five days later with the cookies. It all turned out ok.

They were REALLY good cookies.

He hit his head on our chandelere.

We all had fun.