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tinhuvielartanis) wrote2005-07-08 01:22 pm
tinhuvielartanis) wrote2005-07-08 01:22 pm
The Manboob Incident
I took lunch thirty minutes early to beat the crowds, so I could get all my bills paid within one hour. No such luck, but that's for later.
Flew through Flaco Bell for a steak quesadilla, then headed for Greer (that place that was under water yesterday). On 101, what should my wondering eyes behold, but a tractor-trailer truck on its side. No one was hurt obviously, 'cos there were no ambulances or emergency vehicles save for the cop cars and a crane. It was a certain sight to see. The truck driver was standing off to one side with a look that should have frozen the surrounding area. Verily was he pissed!
So on I went into the heart of darkest Greer. Finally made it to Aaron's Rentals, where I pay my light bill and phone bill, and I toodled indoors as quickly as possible. The weatherman was right: it's hot and steamy out there. The line was incredibly long, but I didn't mind, 'cos I got to see real live manboobs. I'm not talking about manboobs like what Alfred Molina or many overweight men have. I'm talking honest-to-goddess MOOBS. They belonged to this wirey fellow who was obviously a man, except for the fantabulous breasts. I checked his neck for adams applage ~~ check! I checked for hairy arms ~~ check. Deep voice? Check! Plumbing between the legs? Every indication of penile presence. He just had a great set of knockers. And he was wearing a bra! I could see this because his shirt had large, very short sleeves. The bra was a light cream and perked his moobs up very nicely. I was just astounded....beside myself.
But the time at Aaron's drew on too long, so I only had time enough to go pay the cable bill before heading back to work. The water bill will have to wait until Monday.
On the way back to work, the radio station I'd tuned into played "Mr. Blue Sky" by ELO. Well, this perked me up more than that dude's moobs. After the song, I heard my phone beep. When I checked, I found a vox message from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clauderainsrm, calling to harass me. So I swallowed my hatred of the phone and I called him back. What did he do? He didn't answer his freakin' phone! So I left him a message asking him to remind me to write about the Manboob Incident, babbled incoherently a little more, then hung up.
So that was my lunchtime. Large vehicular faux pas, a dude with moobs, and ELO on the radio.
It could have been a lot worse.
Finally, I didn't know the Moon was a state in the US.
Flew through Flaco Bell for a steak quesadilla, then headed for Greer (that place that was under water yesterday). On 101, what should my wondering eyes behold, but a tractor-trailer truck on its side. No one was hurt obviously, 'cos there were no ambulances or emergency vehicles save for the cop cars and a crane. It was a certain sight to see. The truck driver was standing off to one side with a look that should have frozen the surrounding area. Verily was he pissed!
So on I went into the heart of darkest Greer. Finally made it to Aaron's Rentals, where I pay my light bill and phone bill, and I toodled indoors as quickly as possible. The weatherman was right: it's hot and steamy out there. The line was incredibly long, but I didn't mind, 'cos I got to see real live manboobs. I'm not talking about manboobs like what Alfred Molina or many overweight men have. I'm talking honest-to-goddess MOOBS. They belonged to this wirey fellow who was obviously a man, except for the fantabulous breasts. I checked his neck for adams applage ~~ check! I checked for hairy arms ~~ check. Deep voice? Check! Plumbing between the legs? Every indication of penile presence. He just had a great set of knockers. And he was wearing a bra! I could see this because his shirt had large, very short sleeves. The bra was a light cream and perked his moobs up very nicely. I was just astounded....beside myself.
But the time at Aaron's drew on too long, so I only had time enough to go pay the cable bill before heading back to work. The water bill will have to wait until Monday.
On the way back to work, the radio station I'd tuned into played "Mr. Blue Sky" by ELO. Well, this perked me up more than that dude's moobs. After the song, I heard my phone beep. When I checked, I found a vox message from
clauderainsrm, calling to harass me. So I swallowed my hatred of the phone and I called him back. What did he do? He didn't answer his freakin' phone! So I left him a message asking him to remind me to write about the Manboob Incident, babbled incoherently a little more, then hung up.So that was my lunchtime. Large vehicular faux pas, a dude with moobs, and ELO on the radio.
It could have been a lot worse.
Finally, I didn't know the Moon was a state in the US.
You're The Moon!
You frequently take small steps, but you think very highly of each and
every one of them. This aloof attitude doesn't begin to reflect how high and mighty you
actually are, though you are able to reflect light onto others when it seems appropriate.
Whether the glass is half full, half empty, waxing pedantic, or even crescent-shaped is
something ever-changing in your perspective. These mood swings at least follow a
consistent cycle, one that makes others believe you have mystical powers. Ultimately,
your head is always in the clouds and you just can't seem to stay grounded.
Take the State Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
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I did get your message though. (which means my cell continues to be on. Again, not sure why it was turned off, and now back on! *shrug*) I don't tend to pick up during work.
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BLEH!
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I can buy that being a US state.
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You're Washington!
Though you were named after some ancient and revered relative, you've
taken off on your own course and are making a new name for yourself. Water dominates
your life, surrounding you on many sides and usually from above. Though you say you
love rain, it's really that you've forgotten that there are other types of weather to
hold an opinion on. You have an amazingly eclectic interest in walls, spokes, yaks,
seats, and even the Olympics. It'll all come out in the wash.
Take the State Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Wow, sounds like a genoowine hermaphrodite flying hir colours for all to see. Kewl! You go, --uh, Person.
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You know I love you.
oooh!
"Criteria:
If you've done the math, you may have already discovered that there are only 50 states, not 64. We'll leave it to you to discover what has qualified as a "state" to make up the difference!"
I know! It's everywhere that the US flag has flown and has not bee supplanted by another flag (state flags support, not supplant).
...wait. That doesn't account for the states of Fear and Greed. *ponder*
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Remember, I'm an orange-saber-wielding, force-lightning-throwing jedi.