Thread: A question...

If so, stop wearing flannelette.

When we are born we are given a certain amount of testosterone. Why some people want to waste it growing beards and hair is beyond me!



Cheers,

Ol' shiny top.

I don't own either a flannelette shirt or facial hair - just sitting here idly wondering if I'd suddenly sprout a beard if I decided to buy a flanelette shirt.I'm in a kinda weird mood tonight in case you were wondering

I'm not sure that there isn't a direct correlation between flannelette and ugg boots, but last night discovered there is one between bare feet and thongs.

Went to the pictures at the local Cinema, (one of a national chain) where despite the beach-side location, a certain code of conduct and dress is expected.

As true as I am sitting here typing....young boofhead looking bloke in front of us in the queue was BAREFOOT at 7.30pm Friday night at the flicks. "Sorry pal, we have a dress code, can't let you in barefoot. BUT WE CAN SELL YOU A PAIR OF BRAND NEW RUBBER THONGS FOR $15.00 AND ALL WILL BE WELL!"

Kid parts with the dough, ticket chick goes out the back and brings back a pair of brand spankers - the full $2.00 rubber single plug jobbies!

On they go, and in to watch Shrek2 goes the boofhead. Just as well really, at the temperature they have the airconditioning turned down to, he would have caught his death!!

I don't need to be in a weird mood, I just watch my life unfolding!

Cheers,

P

Midge,
about 20 years ago I was almost ejected from one of the cinemas in Cairns. The manager was wandering around during interval (remember interval? back then you had some shorts, a cartoon or a documentary on first, an interval and then the feature film) telling kids to get their feet off the seatbacks. I was sitting there with my right ankle on my left knee and the point of my (winklepicker ) boot most decidedly not touching the seat in front. The manger stood at the end of my row gesturing and I was looking down my row trying to see which kid was acting up. Couldn't see one so I went back to watching those terrible hand coloured advertisement slides they used to have. Finally looked up to see that the manager was wildly trying to get my attention.
"You, yes you! get your foot down!"
I started to put it down and changed my mind.
"Why? it's not touching the seat"
"Just put it down!"
"Why?" (I can be a stubborn b@stard sometimes)
"Just put it down please!"
"Why?"
"Look, do you want to step outside?"
"No I just want to watch the movie"
I thought this was pretty over the top behaviour, the manager was challenging me to go outside and settle this horrible transgression man to man. I turned back to the screen and ignored him, hoping that he would go away. I probably should have complied, I don't like to cause trouble, but more than that I really hate to back down. Anyway the lights were dimming and I think the manager realised that I wasn't budging and that this was making him look a bit foolish. Anyway the movie started and I soon forgot about it. On the way out of the theatre afterwards the manager confronted me saying that I was extremely rude.
I asked "what for sitting with my ankle up on my knee?"
"Yes, that's what I mean, you're lucky I didn't throw you out!"
"Look I'm from Sydney and I've never had a problem with it there, even when I went to the opera house"
He kept on at me on my way out the door, repeating how rude I was. Now I know that sitting like that probably isn't the height of manners and should I ever be invited to Buckinghuge palace for morning tea I'd probably desist, but it was, I thought a pretty strange thing to get that worked up about

Mick the misfit

Originally Posted by bitingmidge

I'm not sure that there isn't a direct correlation between flannelette and ugg boots

Hmmmm have you installed hidden camera's in my place that I don't yet know about......Got the facial hair thing going as well....... :eek: :eek: :eek: