Not really, just saying sweet is the same as 'cute' a description best levelled at bunny rabbits. Things is, Alex is also a member of abr.com, absolutely bunny rabbits, and I guess he thought it might offend...
So, I've put myself on the line quite a few times, and it's broken my heart a few times too, but now, in my current relationship, it's paid off. So there can be a happy ending after all....
Note the way Lexi from London gets in her excuses before she's asked... Very shrewd...
"Lexi from London?" is there another Lexi on here I don't know about? ) - surely I've been on here long enough to be on a first name basis )
....and hardly excuses, just an explanation that putting yourself on the line does work.....:v
She's worth whatever chaos she brings to the table and you know it. ~ Mark Anthony
Note the way Lexi from London gets in her excuses before she's asked... Very shrewd...
"Lexi from London?" is there another Lexi on here I don't know about? ) - surely I've been on here long enough to be on a first name basis )
I think NP was just noting your compatability geographically ) ....
well there was a time when Stangeways and Nap offered an invitation to go and see QoS in London, but conflicting scheduals caused problems, and no other time was offered......
another little tip - if you snooze, you lose )
She's worth whatever chaos she brings to the table and you know it. ~ Mark Anthony
I know Bristol well, having travelled there frequently in a past life visiting three companies all based in Filton. And I'm with you on your opinions of there, too.
Cheers M5. If I said all I hated about Bristol we'd be on page 15 by now. Funny thing is, it always seemed good when you were away from it, it looked great in the brochure so to speak. It was only when I got there it had this depressing effect... How I wish I'd known myself better at that age and known where to put myself.
I will confess to an irrational fear that I have...
I live with my wife in a home with two bathrooms, but whenever we have company over and the situation arises where my wife is using one bathroom and the guest another, a wave of panic grips me as I wonder "What do I do when I need to use the bathroom!?" Even if I don't have to go, it's all I can do to keep from panicking until I know one of the bathrooms is no longer occupied.
It was the next door neighbour's kid, a scrap that got out of hand. They returned to find the toddler face down in a pool; the dog had tried to attack me and my blood was on it; in their eyes that made the dog to blame.
The Robinsons lost two family members that day; as they drove the dog to the vet to be put down it saw me from the back of the Range Rover - it was an intelligent mutt and knew exactly what was going on - I gave it the finger and it went beserk. This was fortuitous, as it merely confirmed its owners' view on the matter.
Bizarely, my written tribute to their kid was deemed the most moving by the locals, and I became something of a neighbourhood celebrity thereafter. It was a bit embarrassing, but the truth wouldn't have helped at that point. I gave £15 to a dogs' charity however, by way of redeeming myself.
The kid was an only child, I was the Robinson's principal beneficiary in their will. Oddly, they died in a road accident: Mr Robinson was always such a careful driver.
It was the next door neighbour's kid, a scrap that got out of hand. They returned to find the toddler face down in a pool; the dog had tried to attack me and my blood was on it; in their eyes that made the dog to blame.
The Robinsons lost two family members that day; as they drove the dog to the vet to be put down it saw me from the back of the Range Rover - it was an intelligent mutt and knew exactly what was going on - I gave it the finger and it went beserk. This was fortuitous, as it merely confirmed its owners' view on the matter.
Bizarely, my written tribute to their kid was deemed the most moving by the locals, and I became something of a neighbourhood celebrity thereafter. It was a bit embarrassing, but the truth wouldn't have helped at that point. I gave £15 to a dogs' charity however, by way of redeeming myself.
The kid was an only child, I was the Robinson's principal beneficiary in their will. Oddly, they died in a road accident: Mr Robinson was always such a careful driver.
) I have to say, until I read the last paragraph, I thought you were serious. Here I was thinking that you, one of my closest AJB friends, had killed someone when you were seven. You really have taken the topic to heart. :v )
"He’s a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back—that’s an earthquake. and then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you’re finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory." Death of a Salesman
While Chinese is technically my first language, I've forgotten nearly all of it. I can understand the basics of what my family says and can order food, I'm rubbish otherwise. I really regret not going to Chinese school because I can no longer communicate with my grandmother, who has dementia.
I've graduated summa cum laude twice (undergrad and soon from graduate school), but I wasn't considered smart compared to my peers when I was in high school.
I used to lead a musical group called the Electric Penguins that played the hand bell chimes. Michelle Pfeiffer, whose daughter went to my school, thought we were good. At least that's what my mother claimed she overheard when watching us in concert.
I was suspected but never formally accused of hacking into teachers' e-mail accounts in high school. I wrote an article about how my anonymous friend did so, and somehow the administration thought I was writing about my own secret exploits. Ironically, my school email account was hacked into twice, but no one ever did anything about it.
I have disproportionately small hands for someone of my height (which is admittedly average); my fingers can barely reach an octave on the piano.
I've technically trespassed inside a Chinese gangster's house in Hawaii and seen his hidden safety room.
Flattery will get you nowhere, but don't stop trying.
I used to watch the cheapo Aussie soap Prisoner Cell Block H when it was shown in the UK in the 90's.
Annoyingly I missed the last episode so I don't know what happened. I'd like to think they all escaped, which should have been easy enough given the jail was made of cardboard. And now they live in a lesbian paradise somewhere off the coast of Australialand and everything's fine.
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Roger Moore 1927-2017
I must have missed that, was Alex making fun of me thinking it was sweet?
Roger Moore 1927-2017
I mentioned if you're called cute it usually means you'll be sleeping alone!
Then I noticed you used cute to describe Barry's cool story, and I didn't want anyone to misunderstand.
(wipes brow)
Roger Moore 1927-2017
"Lexi from London?" is there another Lexi on here I don't know about?
....and hardly excuses, just an explanation that putting yourself on the line does work.....:v
I think NP was just noting your compatability geographically
Roger Moore 1927-2017
Nope, he's firmly ensconced on the sofa already.
Dont worry NP you can still try Mo, Allessandra, Ravenstone, Pen ...
BTW hope you like my Jennifer Grey pic...
(Checks whereabouts of the others...)
Roger Moore 1927-2017
well there was a time when Stangeways and Nap offered an invitation to go and see QoS in London, but conflicting scheduals caused problems, and no other time was offered......
another little tip - if you snooze, you lose
Edit: You've got QoS second in your list!
Roger Moore 1927-2017
Fair enough
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I know Bristol well, having travelled there frequently in a past life visiting three companies all based in Filton. And I'm with you on your opinions of there, too.
Roger Moore 1927-2017
I live with my wife in a home with two bathrooms, but whenever we have company over and the situation arises where my wife is using one bathroom and the guest another, a wave of panic grips me as I wonder "What do I do when I need to use the bathroom!?" Even if I don't have to go, it's all I can do to keep from panicking until I know one of the bathrooms is no longer occupied.
It was the next door neighbour's kid, a scrap that got out of hand. They returned to find the toddler face down in a pool; the dog had tried to attack me and my blood was on it; in their eyes that made the dog to blame.
The Robinsons lost two family members that day; as they drove the dog to the vet to be put down it saw me from the back of the Range Rover - it was an intelligent mutt and knew exactly what was going on - I gave it the finger and it went beserk. This was fortuitous, as it merely confirmed its owners' view on the matter.
Bizarely, my written tribute to their kid was deemed the most moving by the locals, and I became something of a neighbourhood celebrity thereafter. It was a bit embarrassing, but the truth wouldn't have helped at that point. I gave £15 to a dogs' charity however, by way of redeeming myself.
The kid was an only child, I was the Robinson's principal beneficiary in their will. Oddly, they died in a road accident: Mr Robinson was always such a careful driver.
Roger Moore 1927-2017
I've graduated summa cum laude twice (undergrad and soon from graduate school), but I wasn't considered smart compared to my peers when I was in high school.
I used to lead a musical group called the Electric Penguins that played the hand bell chimes. Michelle Pfeiffer, whose daughter went to my school, thought we were good. At least that's what my mother claimed she overheard when watching us in concert.
I was suspected but never formally accused of hacking into teachers' e-mail accounts in high school. I wrote an article about how my anonymous friend did so, and somehow the administration thought I was writing about my own secret exploits. Ironically, my school email account was hacked into twice, but no one ever did anything about it.
I have disproportionately small hands for someone of my height (which is admittedly average); my fingers can barely reach an octave on the piano.
I've technically trespassed inside a Chinese gangster's house in Hawaii and seen his hidden safety room.
The theme tune used to make me cry.