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Discussion in 'The Observation Bar' started by Trenchfriend, Sep 30, 2020.
you just chalk it up to one of those things-an American expression, sorry. Last night I was
thinking along somewhat similar lines about a Lufthansa stewardess a long time ago.
I should have married her...a memory I cannot chalk up to one of those things....
Sorry, trapsing down memory lane last nite.
Possibly, but since this occurred so long ago, you should simply chalk it up to one of those things. And good luck with that.
Boy, you're too young for this movies, but listen to Corleone!
Never let anyone know, what you are really thinking! Always remember that.
I had a manager whose motto was exactly that. She was one of the most miserable people I have ever met.
Point taken. I don't take life seriously enough for that.
„Live even faster, care even less“
“You don’t have to pee on an electric fence to know that it’s not a good idea.”
I've known people who would either not understand this statement, or would ask, "Why?"
So I can clap my shoulders. I never chased them, too, even in puberty times. Would have been much too exhausting for me!
"don't be like your brother!"
Oh, here's a good one... to 28 year old me:
"Yes, you're starting to bald young. Yes, it's unfair. Now don't waste the next four years on buzzcuts: shave it all the hell off now, it's going to be more liberating than you could imagine."
In all truth, I'm always disappointed to be reminded John Waters was ever under about 55. I like to think he, as we know him now, just came out fully formed that way and has always been so....
I'll see you your Catholic Guilt and raise you Northern Ireland Protestant Guilt, with neither Confession nor Absolution!
"In thirty years' time you'll be wearing really wide trousers, you'll be fat and bald, and you'll have a day job. And you'll love it."
When Nature's callin', don't go stallin',
but use your common sense.
When ya gotta go, just let it flow -
but don't whizz on the electric fence!
Fond memories of Ren and Stimpy back in the day...
“You never know until you try.”
Essential for young men. These days it is called “toxic masculinity,” I guess.
Not a thing. It's all good.
...you’re only immortal for a limited time.
Whooohoo same thing as before! Wouldn't change a thing.
Protestant guilt is going about your life feeling vaguely guilty that you're not sure what you're supposed to be feeling guilty about, so you hedge your bets and distribute it around to more or less everything.