Phew! Finished that boring meeting, drove home, had something to eat. No assholes around, so my appetite was OK. Lasagna, in case you’re wondering.
Sadly enough they are. Usually we’re OK over here. We have the occasional yahoo, as does everybody else. But this guy is just too much. Also, at least once a week Fat Fuck fires a question at me, basically meaning: if you would just eat more, you’d look normal. Criticise me for what I do. Not for what I am but can’t change.
And yeah, I’ll outlive him. Apart from 200 pounds, he’s also 11 years ahead of me.
I did grow up bilingually, but not the way you think: Brabants & Dutch. (Brabants is my extremely regional dialect, and compares to official Dutch as drunkenly mumbled Mississippian does to upper-class Bostonian. Coldfire would need subtitles - guaranteed.) I did live in England for a while, but I don’t think two weeks count. I do read a lot - no, really: a LOT - in English though. Watch films (movies, I know) without the subtitles, stuff like that. I also like languages, apart from the digital ones.
Nah. Comes natural to us Dutch. We’re the masters when it comes to complaining, just like Aghris says. We’ll bitch about anything. Even the fact that there’s nothing to bitch about. And coming from a fellow Dutchman, Aghris’s compliment is doubly appreciated. ::takes a bow::
In his case: a couple of years on a fucking StairMaster. The pudgy bastard. (Yes, I have seen “Men in Black”.)
It’s all yours. But only if the tripe is really from a lard mountain. I’ve had that title in my head for a while now, in the vein of “Harry Potter and the…”
And to answer Feynn’s suspicion: yup. Lurk & Learn. I mean, I had to see if you would be able to handle me unloading my aggravation. But I wish I could have done my rant in Dutch. The possiblities, the imagery, the semi-risqué usage of the occasional foreign word…
I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid. Eh?
People, thanks for the kind words. I feel a lot better now than I did 8 hours ago, and ranting sure beats bottling it all up. I’m going to put Big Bubba from my mind and start some serious worrying about the mistake in my previous post…
Typing “you’re atlas” are we now? :rolleyes: Ouch…