A 40-ounce (about 1.2 litres) container of malt liquor.
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Ta!
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That is brilliant! And wrong. On so many levels.
A little lagniappe: 40 Oz. To Freedom
Substitute “whore” with “new 16-year old classmate” and “McDonald’s in Hollywood” with “high school hallway lounge area” and that’s my contribution to this thread.
The dress she was wearing was leopard-print, to add to the classiness, and she apparently preferred the natural look. The hair, heels and make-up were glam-trash. To add to the WTFedness of the situation, this was in a rural high school that literally had cows in the field across the fence.
I’ve been to that Carl’s Jr. and there are indeed some trashy people there. The restrooms are pay-only so the homeless people don’t sleep in them!
Uh… I kinda like the Saddle Tramps. They’re “trashy” in a different sense than the really frightening examples here (though leopard-print dresses would fit right in). I expect that anyone who can find himself in the midst of a huge biker rally can’t be entirely unclear on the distinction.
But then, I think of the LED mouthpieces as strictly candy-raver gear (also not necessarily a pejorative description, BTW)… the idea that they would sell well in a full-on biker scene seems pretty odd.
Isn’t that what the little pocket in the front is for?
But seriously… back in the day, I was clubbing and I had a rather short kilt with bike shorts underneath. It was my actual family tartan, but the skirt was sort of your school-girl knee length type of thing. No pockets at all. I did however, have a travel wallet. It was a thin, very flat pouch on a cord, designed to go around your neck so that you can keep your valuables close under your shirt. That was inconvenient though because to get at my cash and ID, I had to fiddle around reaching under my snug top.
I had the brilliant idea to attach the travel wallet around my waist like a money belt and tuck it into my waist line where it settled under the kilt but on top of the bike shorts with the zipper of the pouch right at my waist. It was perfect! It was totally invisible, yet cash was accessible. However I realized only when I paid for my drink and got a startled look from the bartender that it must have looked like I kept my cash in my crotch.
I was at a local chicken joint once (Bojangles’, for those of you familiar with the Upper South). I happened to glance out one of the windows, and in the parking lot was one of those huge-ass pickup trucks with the jacked-up tires - a Ford F-950 or whatever it was. Not especially unusual considering where I live, except that there was a gigantic decal, covering the entire back window, that said: “STILL STROKIN’ WHILE YOU’RE COMIN’!”
At the window-table immediately facing the truck was a 6-year-old boy and his parents. I didn’t stick around to hear them attempt to explain the decal to the kid.
I thought they would stand to the left and pass on the right in England.
You may win the thread. There is a great episode of Cops where a hooker had called the cops on a crackhead because the crackhead had assumed that because she was black and a hooker that she was a drug dealer as well. She was furious and made it very clear that she was an honest hooker and was very offended to be mistaken for a drug dealer. It was awesome.
A guy asking for change from a stripper.
A Jesus crucifix, in bright yellow gold, with a magenta glittery loincloth wrapped around His nether regions.
I’m just glad I didn’t order the breakfast muffin.
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Some coworkers and I were at Acapulco restaurant in Orange. A woman came in wearing tight white pants with red ruffles at the leg-bottoms, and a red shirt with white polka dots and large ruffles, and ‘big hair’. One of my coworkers took one look at her and said, ‘Carnival tart.’
Are you kidding? That’s so much work. Do it the easy way.
And I was expecting to see a Roomba-controlled Segway…
Forty ounces is two English pints (usual wine/spirits bottle size in English is 26 oz/750 ml, though we also have litres and, a little less commonly, half litres). Our ounces are a few percent different to yours, though.
No, pedestrians walk on the right, and the etiquette’s fairly strictly observed on London Underground escalators, where the traffic volume is serious.
Bottled beer here is usually about 12 ounces (sometimes less). ‘Forties’ tend to have a higher alcohol content than most beers, are cheap (because they’re crappy), and are big. The intention is pretty much just to get drunk, and they are associated with the lower strata of society.
Whoosh. small joke based on driving rules. must have forgotten the smiley.
No, stop worrying. Pain medications or sedatives in a human-sized dose would indeed be enough to easily euthanize a smaller dog like a pit bull. And fairly quickly & painlessly, too. She was actually fairly responsible, compared to some other dog owners.