What is the proper etiquette for the effing elevator? People in the am getting on the elevator seem to be clueless that others might be exiting the elevator. Usually I get a nasty look because they assume that I should let them on first. So, what is correct? I usually stand at the very front, not giving the fuckers a chance and, well, they do the same. -I Hate Fuckwads
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Permit people to exit before entering. Also, did you know the more superior beings stand at the back of an elevator while the insecure take a spot at the front. True study!
Common sense would dictate that the elevator would need to be emptied before getting filled. However common sense doesn’t seem to be common anymore.
You should take the stairs.
save your worst farts for the elevator. that way the in-pushers will be punished
(god says smote them)
Reminds me of a time with a driver on 52 putting out ramp for wheel chair and a young buck stepped on opening ramp to get on first….I just shook my head.
That’s deplorable… what a wanker.
I hope that driver told the young buck to fuck off to fuckedy off land and step the fuck OFF the ramp, klyde.
kitty has a rhythm going!
how many fucks can a fucked-up fuck like a buck fucky-fuck who is all fucked up before he gets kicked off the bus?
This whole ramp situation may be turning into another case of reverse discrimination. The following is not my viewpoint but merely an observation:
Able bodied individuals are being discriminated against by not being allowed to use the ramp onto buses!!!
that’s not the point klyde was making. he was talking about the able bodied guy shoving past the guy in the wheelchair.
I know. I was just taking a sarcastic approach.
In most industries, “loaded” or “departing” has priority over “empty” or “boarding”.
Here’s me thinking the Heritage Trust and View from the Hill buggers had stopped all tall buildings thereby canceling the need for elevators.
Baz – wait until the R.O.P. demand to build their lighthouses in our historic downtown.
don’t be trashing lighthouses.
I like lighthouses ,too GDM.
Just not the ones that point the way back to the 6th century. >; )
Speaking of lighthouses, I took some visitors down to Peggy’s Overrated Cove yesterday, the tourist attraction lighthouse is a disgrace, get some paint on the fucker.
I’m thinking 3 year government study/tender process/environmental impact review and then the contract goes to one of Premier Lurch’s many siblings?
I would like to take this moment to commend Boston’s Mohammedan community for their tact and sensitivity in not demanding that a mosque be erected at the finish line.
Now that Shannon Park has been sold, or whatever, the ROP will be wanting it declared sacred and they will demand that a mosque be erected, you heard it here first.
Bazz, Shannon Park has long since been declared sacred ground. By every single one of us Navy Brats who were raised and schooled there.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N12B6HRevX8
I understand the Mi’kmaq have an earlier interest in the spot and that we’ll be sharing the sacred status. 🙂
The esteemed Montrealman seems to have confused “barracks” with P.M.Q.s. The reason he never saw any men is because they were either at sea or working at Stadacona.
And those navy wives would have chewed up his scrawny whitebread ass and shat out the gristle. >: )
Ivan. Please use the proper expression, it’s not “confused”, it’s “unable to make the distinction”.
If Loulou were half as smart as it thinks it is, it’d be twice as smart as it actually is.
Btw – Loulou is the title character from a book. First person who gets the title correct will recieve a beer and a brownie from Hugo at the next Summit.
And no, it’s not called “Loulou’s Inane Prattlings”.
Lolz, Google “Loulou’s Inane Prattlings” and check out the first on the list 🙂
could Anthony Quinn be cast as her dad?
is feta cheese mentioned anywhere in the book? or olives?
does anyone drink ouzo during the love scenes?
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: Ivan the Live Infidel (12:04PM)
How did we get over on this thread? Anyway, you’re right, they were “PMQ’s” and not just “barracks” although the distinction, at least in my view, is verbal rather than substantive. Of course, the reason I never saw any men about lay in the fact that they were elsewhere. There’s an undeniably powerful logic operating there.
However, the interesting part relates to those young wives (a) who had not yet foaled and (b) whose husbands had been away for an extended period. One could see their hot, steaming labia thrusting forward underneath their tight skirts. Their intentions were unmistakable. “Hello, college boy,” they cried, “want something nice?”
Realizing that I was the object of their desires, I made sure my hand did not leave its position on the lever which, had I wished, I could immediately slam the door shut. Great care had to be taken when the door was open to receive embarking passengers such that the horny women could not rush on, pull me out of my seat, drag out the door and on to the pavement where they would proceed to ravish me on the spot with complete abandon. As you can imagine, my philosophical studies never prepared me for such an eventuality. Clearly, they were not in the mood – and in my view lacked the necessary background – for any extended philosophical dialogue.
It was, as a consequence, with considerable relief that I quickly closed the door, stepped on the gas and sped away, my virtue intact.
A pleasure as always,
Cheerio!
Pretty strong meat there for someone whose priapic experiences had heretofore been limited to psalms, psalters and psodomy at PSaint Maryp’s Bapsilica.
For the record, I want you to know that I never engaged in either psalms or psalters while at PSaint Maryp’s Bapsilica.