BEAR on 31/7/2009 at 00:42
Getting drunk and cleaning my apartment.
Martin Karne on 31/7/2009 at 01:22
What I loved of servicing Grundig for a living, it was the sound, even a small cheap radio sounded great, good bass good treble, most of the German equipment I have seen it was great.
AR Master on 31/7/2009 at 01:39
plus i pop like a million boners for west german design. I'm totally into deco to jet age shit here in the west; we used to absolutely destroy anyone in that department (industrial design) but 50s w.german sets are so unique and simply beautiful i just can't get enough of them
WOOAAH i just looked down and gave myself a black eye
Renzatic on 31/7/2009 at 17:58
I just went through a life altering experience today. A life altering experience I have to share with all of you here.
So there I was, waiting in line to buy some gas and candy bar, all minding my own bidness like a good Favorite Market shopper should. Things were good. Things were normal. At least they would be if it weren't for this one weedy looking guy in front of me who kept throwing furtive glances my way. It was like he wanted to ask me a question, but was afraid I was gonna jump up and kick his ass for no apparent reason. I didn't want to kick anyones ass. I just wanted my gas and candy bar.
After a couple minutes of this, the guy finally works up the courage to turn around and starts scooting towards me...slowly. He's still throwing those glances around, but now they're at everyone else as he moves himself my way. I'm getting a little worried by this point, trying to remember if I gave anyone with molester mustache a reason to hate me in the last couple of years. I probably had. Best to go on guard.
Finally, he leans up to me, all secretive-like, and whispers in my ear. My skin...oh, it's crawling by this point.
"Hay dooood", he says. Guy has the voice of a methed up chipmunk.
"....yeah?"
"....I godda questin. Now don't get mad, okay?"
"....you're about halfway there already. What do you want?"
"....uh....yeah....uh....you got any footballs?"
I raise my voice so everyone around me can hear
"footballs....the fuck you say? What the hell? Do I know you? Why are you coming up to ME and asking for fucking footballs. Are you an idiot?"
"....no doood. You looked like you partied slick and smooth. I just wanted some..."
"...what?...No. No. Go."
The guy shuffles off with a look on his face somewhat similar to a 4 year old who just had his favorite teddy bear ripped apart by his favorite dog. I almost felt bad about it in a way.
So...yup...this has been my Friday so far. Now I'm all self conscious, wondering if I look like a drug dealer. I knew I should've shaved today. :(
This is almost as bad as that time I got all those gas huffers mad at me in high school. But that's another story.
Sulphur on 31/7/2009 at 18:49
Quote Posted by Renzatic
...a 4 year old who just had his favorite teddy bear ripped apart by his favorite dog.
Well, thank YOU for dredging that bit of my life up from goddamn nowhere, I hope you get mistaken for a whippet junkie next time :mad:
Sulphur on 31/7/2009 at 18:51
Currently: getting mad at insensitive bearded people
june gloom on 31/7/2009 at 20:53
laughing at this thread
Renzatic on 31/7/2009 at 23:45
Quote Posted by Sulphur
Well, thank YOU for dredging that bit of my life up from goddamn nowhere...
You too, huh? I still miss Patchwork Bear. :(
thefonz on 1/8/2009 at 07:52
Cancelling my trip to Barcelona in Sept.
Snake on 1/8/2009 at 12:49
Is the weather good in Recessionia though??
