First, I'd just like to say, "Panties, panties, panties". Now, that that's over with, we can continue.
OMG! That is hilarious (for me, not you)!!! Thank god Noel was still home to let you back in! That's an interesting situation though. My first thought, What WERE you wearing, if not underwear, 2nd, What were you doing that you were outside of the house sans underwear panties?
You're "in the process of getting written off"? Does that mean you were in a horrible accident and your insurance company is just going to give you the money for it instead of getting you repaired?
Re: Panties (No panties actually).sabrina_ilNovember 25 2006, 15:09:57 UTC
Is it really so terrible to be caught in N's bathrobe by strangers at your own building? I mean it's not pleasant, that's for sure, but panties or not, they wouldn't be able to tell cos of the robe, non?
Re: Panties (No panties actually).razorcatNovember 25 2006, 20:44:38 UTC
Is it really so terrible?
No, not now when I think about it, then, ugh, it was a train wreck!! I'm the type of person who never leaves the house without brushing my teeth, hair, and most importantly, wearing underwear!
What if it actually HAD been the contractor knocking on the door? (I realize that Noel probably knew it was you because the bathrobe was missing) Was Noel going for some porn movie action... answer the door in a towel, cheerleaders looking for money for school sports, towel hits the floor...
Were you working on Tuesday? I was in Moncton getting the car fixed and had planned on popping by to say hello and see what you'd done with the place, but they took much much longer than expected and I was late getting to Mom's for supper as it was.
He looked through the window before he opened the door. Porn movie - hahahhahaha, no he and I live at opposite ends of the modesty scale. He is un self-consicious to the point of exsaspration.
I always work Monday and usually Tuesday. I was working. And it's still in progress, most of what's been done is managerial/adminstrative at this point. You wouldn't see much a difference unless you'd been in the store over the summer at some point.
And if you're planning to show up, tell me that first. I'd like the option of not being surprised. I think, under the circumstances, it's only fair. You shouldn't feel that because I work in a publically accesible area that it is appropriate or fair to do the equivalant of a drive by shooting. Imagine if I showed up unannouced at your job. Are you saying that wouldn't rattle you?
I'm not saying that I wouldn't want to see you, I am saying that I do not want to be surprised by you. I hope you understand the difference.
He's a guy, most of us don't suffer severely from self-consciousness. Maybe he was hoping you'd act out a scene with him... some demented whore shows up at the door in a red velvet jacket with grey fur cuffs looking for a cup of sugar, one thing leads to another... it could happen
You are absolutely right, how inconsiderate of me (not sarcasm). Next time I'm in town and have some free time to stop by, I'll call first, I usually have my EVIL CELL PHONE on me, and if not I gotta look up the phone number anyway.
Re: DementedrazorcatNovember 25 2006, 05:19:33 UTC
You liked calling me a demented whore. Admit it.
You missed your true calling, I think you should be a script writer for porn. You have such an innocent way of conceiving them, it's very late 80's. Reminds me of when I was kid with the satellite dish. It was always naughty people getting on at the office with the photocopier. And then suddenly it was all gonzo anal all the time, with tag-lines like "Watch Julian DESTROY this whore's ass!" and the movies got tres crappy.
If I have a porno production company, I will have to call it Demented Whores
I like "knickers." It's so english. Venus' nickname is Knickers or Pinknose. Knickers because she has white fluffy fur on her legs, and Pinknose because her nose is pink :) She's a very cute, tres awful petite chat.
To me, underpants sounds like what I wore with an undershirt when I was five, or the parts on a car that you can't see.
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OMG! That is hilarious (for me, not you)!!! Thank god Noel was still home to let you back in! That's an interesting situation though. My first thought, What WERE you wearing, if not underwear, 2nd, What were you doing that you were outside of the house sans underwear panties?
You're "in the process of getting written off"? Does that mean you were in a horrible accident and your insurance company is just going to give you the money for it instead of getting you repaired?
But you're right, you trumped my bad day
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No, not now when I think about it, then, ugh, it was a train wreck!! I'm the type of person who never leaves the house without brushing my teeth, hair, and most importantly, wearing underwear!
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Was Noel going for some porn movie action... answer the door in a towel, cheerleaders looking for money for school sports, towel hits the floor...
Were you working on Tuesday? I was in Moncton getting the car fixed and had planned on popping by to say hello and see what you'd done with the place, but they took much much longer than expected and I was late getting to Mom's for supper as it was.
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Porn movie - hahahhahaha, no he and I live at opposite ends of the modesty scale. He is un self-consicious to the point of exsaspration.
I always work Monday and usually Tuesday. I was working.
And it's still in progress, most of what's been done is managerial/adminstrative at this point. You wouldn't see much a difference unless you'd been in the store over the summer at some point.
And if you're planning to show up, tell me that first. I'd like the option of not being surprised. I think, under the circumstances, it's only fair. You shouldn't feel that because I work in a publically accesible area that it is appropriate or fair to do the equivalant of a drive by shooting. Imagine if I showed up unannouced at your job. Are you saying that wouldn't rattle you?
I'm not saying that I wouldn't want to see you, I am saying that I do not want to be surprised by you. I hope you understand the difference.
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You are absolutely right, how inconsiderate of me (not sarcasm).
Next time I'm in town and have some free time to stop by, I'll call first, I usually have my EVIL CELL PHONE on me, and if not I gotta look up the phone number anyway.
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Admit it.
You missed your true calling, I think you should be a script writer for porn. You have such an innocent way of conceiving them, it's very late 80's. Reminds me of when I was kid with the satellite dish. It was always naughty people getting on at the office with the photocopier. And then suddenly it was all gonzo anal all the time, with tag-lines like "Watch Julian DESTROY this whore's ass!" and the movies got tres crappy.
If I have a porno production company, I will have to call it Demented Whores
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Venus' nickname is Knickers or Pinknose. Knickers because she has white fluffy fur on her legs, and Pinknose because her nose is pink :) She's a very cute, tres awful petite chat.
To me, underpants sounds like what I wore with an undershirt when I was five, or the parts on a car that you can't see.
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