In a vaguely-related situation, I often find myself confused when young undergrad women wear rings on their ring fingers. Yes, some of them are married, but it seems that single people sometimes wear rings on their ring fingers too, so I don't know whether I should give them a shot or not.
In a vaguely-related situation, I often find myself confused when young undergrad women wear rings on their ring fingers. Yes, some of them are married, but it seems that single people sometimes wear rings on their ring fingers too, so I don't know whether I should give them a shot or not.
Grey behind? Are you a donkey?In a weird and mostly wrong sort of way my putting on a ring, the real one, subsequently increased random interest in my chubby and starting to grey behind. Maybe it was the raw idgaf anymore factor.
In a weird and mostly wrong sort of way my putting on a ring, the real one, subsequently increased random interest in my chubby and starting to grey behind. Maybe it was the raw idgaf anymore factor.
A German what?
Apparently there's something up with them German kids...
Just got home, was in the mood to play some Master of Orion, fired up my dox box...
Link to video.
Boot took forever, ran pctools diskfox and getting all sorts of cross linked file errors and lost clusters. The partition is essentially fubar![]()
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Grey behind? Are you a donkey?
Related story: while in Northern Ohio in 1991, freshly made single, My folks and I were at the bar at our hotel which had a small crowd, and ONE attractive woman. One VERY attractive woman.Heh. Once back in the mid 90s I was chatting with this lovely lady at a bar that was on the 1st floor of the building we worked in after we'd both gotten off work. I'd seen her in the office but didn't really know much of anything about her. Having a wonderful time talking with her. We were getting along great, had had a few drinks, etc. Eventually her female partner arrived to pick her up and take her home. I was kinda gutted, sure, but after a few moments to regain my ability to speak, I nonetheless thanked her for a lovely conversation and wished her a nice evening.
I knew what you meant... My "ass" is greying, too...Just a jackass.
Related story: while in Northern Ohio in 1991, freshly made single, My folks and I were at the bar at our hotel which had a small crowd, and ONE attractive woman. One VERY attractive woman.
After my Dad and his wife left for the night, said woman came over to my table, we drank, talked, even got up and danced for an hour. No wedding ring! We briefly kissed in the corner of the bar, and I invited her back to my room...
Spoiler :She demurred, saying "oh, no, my husband will be here in a half hour to pick me up"
Moral of the story: look for tan lines on the wedding ring finger ... Not just a ring.
I drank a lot that night and made sure she did NOT know which room I was in. Had my hand on my 9 the rest of the night...
No... It was a Holiday Inn in Ashtabula County. This bar was dead, man. She was probably as bored as I was.When did 'hotel' become a euphemism for a strip club?
Thanks, bh.
Just got home, was in the mood to play some Master of Orion, fired up my dox box...
Boot took forever, ran pctools diskfox and getting all sorts of cross linked file errors and lost clusters. The partition is essentially fubar![]()
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