If you want to eliminate social influencers, don't be influenced. Indifference (to them and their opinions) is your greatest weapon.
Yes, in general this is entirely true, but we're not the audience for those parasites. We're old and irrelevant (I don't bemoan this), it's those decades younger that matter.
"Ain't no party like an S Club party!'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
If you want to eliminate social influencers, don't be influenced. Indifference (to them and their opinions) is your greatest weapon.
Yes, in general this is entirely true, but we're not the audience for those parasites. We're old and irrelevant (I don't bemoan this), it's those decades younger that matter.
Hello,
I have on occasion made my indifference visible - and thus made my point. It's worth the effort (despite appearing to be a contradiction in terms).
If you want to eliminate social influencers, don't be influenced. Indifference (to them and their opinions) is your greatest weapon.
Yes, in general this is entirely true, but we're not the audience for those parasites. We're old and irrelevant (I don't bemoan this), it's those decades younger that matter.
Hello,
I have on occasion made my indifference visible - and thus made my point. It's worth the effort (despite appearing to be a contradiction in terms).
The effort was worth more to you, I imagine, tho maybe I'm just jaundiced as all get out tonight.
"Ain't no party like an S Club party!'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
When I was a kid I performed an elaborately choreographed song and dance routine in front of 100+ fellow Cub Scouts and their parents. My fly was down.
If you want to eliminate social influencers, don't be influenced. Indifference (to them and their opinions) is your greatest weapon.
Yes, in general this is entirely true, but we're not the audience for those parasites. We're old and irrelevant (I don't bemoan this), it's those decades younger that matter.
Hello,
I have on occasion made my indifference visible - and thus made my point. It's worth the effort (despite appearing to be a contradiction in terms).
The effort was worth more to you, I imagine, tho maybe I'm just jaundiced as all get out tonight.
Me too. The funny thing is after it happened, one of my first thoughts is that the only people I can share this with is you lot. I think that's a good thing.
When something like that happens, first thing you do is look around. If nobody saw it, it never happened.
Every year or so, I take a spill on the icy sidewalk, walking the 250 steps from home to the corner store. It always happens so fast. Boom! And I’m down, like a newborn fawn on a frozen pond. Bounce back up, dust myself off, take a quick look around to see if anyone noticed, and I’m on my way like nothing happened. Surprised I haven't seriously hurt myself yet.
Shoot straight for once, you Army pukes. - Lt. Col. Andrew Tanner, USAF
I wasn't going out with my girlfriend for that long and we were in her parents living room. Her mum was one side of the sofa, me on the other. Too much information warning but I had dodgy guts and thought I could sneak a little fizzler out. Sound however, was not the issue. Her mum felt the ripple of the fart on her side of the couch, smelt the foul stench of death from my arse and proceeded to call me a dirty bastard. Their dog was my best (and only) mate in the house that day.
At least you didn't shit yourself.
The time I would have said no to a splat of brown.
I was eighteen and a barman in a rough pub in Crystal Palace. After hours party for a regular's birthday. Lines were being done in the toilet. I was invited in to join them. I went in, big black jacket on, and leaned, like I imagined a cool guy would, with my arm resting against the windowsill. "So," Says I. "Where's the stuff?" The skinhead in the cubicle's eyes bug and his mates smirk. "You'll never guess." He said, eyes fixed on the windowsill. I lift up my long sleeve and, yes, it had absorbed all the white powder up into the fabric of the jacket.
a lifetime serving one machine
Is ten times worse than prison
Me too. The funny thing is after it happened, one of my first thoughts is that the only people I can share this with is you lot. I think that's a good thing.
When something like that happens, first thing you do is look around. If nobody saw it, it never happened.
Every year or so, I take a spill on the icy sidewalk, walking the 250 steps from home to the corner store. It always happens so fast. Boom! And I’m down, like a newborn fawn on a frozen pond. Bounce back up, dust myself off, take a quick look around to see if anyone noticed, and I’m on my way like nothing happened. Surprised I haven't seriously hurt myself yet.
The thing I notice is how much harder it seems I hit the ground. And thus springing back up is also harder.