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....not that you ever need to click it. Still SuX0rz posted by losir at 5:26 PM

I need to know something, do women associate "skinny" with looking good?

Because as I was walking down the hall just now, a lady stopped me and said: "Hey, you're looking slimmer these days, what's going on?"

Look girls, men don't want to be skinny. Men want to be huge. We want to be fit, we want to be cut, we want to be ripped. Skinny == scrawny, and that is not a good thing.

Maybe for girls, being called skinny is a flattering thing, but not for guys. Spread the word around, we want to be "FIT."

....Of course, I am skinny, so can't get around that. posted by losir at 2:53 PM

Dang, don't you just hate it when you over gel your hair? I do.

My hair is so stiff now, I think it can be considered a lethal weapon. Poking you in the eye will hurt. So don't mess with me punk, my spikey hair kung fu is bigger than your chi.

....Wow, talking about stretching for material.

posted by losir at 2:44 PM

All I'm saying is this:

If marriage is an affirmation of a supposed life-long devotion to one another, and marraige by and large leads to procreation, then if gay people want to marry to become a "couple", wouldn't God have made it so we could crap out our children?

"Okay, Gare. Just one more push."

~MmmmMMmmmmm~ grunts gay-boy Gary.

*P L O P*

"Quick, grab our baby before it drowns!"

Gary: "Ugh, I hate splashback."

....Nope, straight marriage is burden enough. posted by losir at 4:17 PM

So last night, I was cajoled into going to an appreciation dinner from the bosses at The School. I knew the place was money, but didn't realize just how much so until I was standing outside the parking lot.

If these four fat cats I saw weren't successful investment bankers, then they were at least well-to-do corporate lawyers. You could just tell these guys wore brand name labels that starts with either Hugo or Georgio. They even smelled rich.

I got off my bike, removed my helmet and gloves. Reaching into the trunk, I pulled out my baseball cap and walked into the lobby with the four fine men in front of me. I felt like a pauper at a rich frat boy party. I knew I was in money-land when the host offered to check in my helmet.

I looked at myself, motorcycle jacket in blue jeans, t-shirt and scuffed runners, not exactly the epitome of a well-to-do'er. Then I thought, "Wait a tick. My helmet costs $1200 CAD. Bugger, I brought my good helmet, what else do you want?"

So I sautered in after the host, and I was beginning to get my confidence back, well, that is until I met the "group". There were fifteen of us, and only four weren't managers. Let me tell you, I felt like an intrusion into the elite.

Anyway, after a couple drinks, I calmed down lots, so now I can tell you what I had for dinner.

As an opening drink, I had my favorite: Dry vodka martini, on the rocks with a twist of lemon.

For starters I had fresh raw oysters, which were pretty good. Not Rodney's Oyster good, but fresh nonetheless. I shared two oysters with my table-mates. Sharing food is good. I had some steak tar-tar off someone else. Yummy.

Entree consisted of a Yellow Fin Tuna Steak - rare. It should be noted that the dish is in capital letters. Yes, it was that good, it deserves a title. The sides was rice and vegetables. Nothing special there, but the tuna really made up for it. It even came with a side of wasabi for that Asian fusion kick.

A glass of red wine accompanied the tuna. Not of my choosing, but heck, free booze is free

For dessert (hey, it ain't on my nickel....) I had a generous slice of chocolate truffle mousse cake with Earl Grey Tea. The cake was to die for. Absolutely delicious, and this is from someone who doesn't generally like sweets.

So I also got a watch from the Company, to show that "Hey, you're a nobody, but at least we remember you're a nobody, so here's a watch to remind you that you're a nobody. Good job."

....Dinner would have been at least a bill per person.

posted by losir at 12:14 PM

I'm so sleepy, words cannot begin to describe how hard it is to keep my lids from shutting.

This is crazy. I was like this yesterday, barely able to drag my pathetic carcass to the gym. Although I know I wasn't pushing max weights, I was proud of myself for showing up.

Until today. Double A says to me at lunch "Wow, you ate a lot, and you're so skinny, where does it all go?"

Great. Now I feel like "Jack the beanstalk."

For the record, I had two Big Macs -- no special sauce, only ketchup, half a tub of fries, and was seriously contemplating a two piece KFC with another order of fries, but couldn't bring myself to eat so much lard.

....Anyway, I hate being skinny. posted by losir at 5:17 PM

Hustled, that's what I'm calling it. I got hustled last night.

In Mahjong no less. I didn't even want to play, but they needed a leg, and I was it.

To make a long story short, after 8 rounds, I was down fourty-two bucks. While that's not a lot of cash to you, it's not exactly lunch money.

But in all honesty, I lost due to bad luck. (Hey, what else is new?) Bad luck because I only threw out the losing card 3-4 times, but other people kept self-picking amazing hands. I only won like thrice.

My excuse is that Helen was amazing, so she never threw out anything worth talking about. Still I feel like I got scammed out of my cash.

....No more MJ for money. posted by losir at 6:42 PM