Well, I've posted a few new threads these past few days, but I guess they don't get a look in unless they're in the gabby old womens knitting circle; aka: General discussion.
So here go's, my lame story for the day.
I was walking through a major shopping centre today when I ran into a German kid I recently did a job with; and he's an impressive looking athlete, on a cycling, and soccer team.
So, he asks me what I'm doing there, and I tell him I'm seeing my friend who works security in the place, before I hit the gym, and uh.. we're both big fans of Germany.
Then I flash him my swastika ring.
Well. You could literally see this sissy's balls shrivel up, and it goes about 30 seconds before he can muster the courage to splurt out: 'This isn't going to work for me.'
What a fucking womanly thing to say, 'this isn't going to work for me'.
Then he scurries off, like the big girl he is.
Sad. But at the same time, funny.
I kind of wish I hadn't done it now, as he might fuck me for future work, but aah, fuck it.
Words hold power, for words influence thought, and thought shapes reality.
B.B. aka Arbiter of all truth.