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9-10ths_Penguin

1/10 Subway Stalinist
Premium Member
Oh yeah...you'll get called a wombat, and earn yourself a reputation.

A wombat eats, roots and leaves...and roots doesn't mean 'cheers' in Australia.

There's a Canadian clothing brand called "Roots." Its mascot is a beaver.

When the Australian exchange student in our university class visited the local mall for the first time, he collapsed with laughter when he saw the Roots store covered in beaver silhouettes. All the Canadians were like "what?"
 

JustGeorge

Imperfect
Staff member
Premium Member
Women are always concerned about the temperature of others. I'd like a dollar for everytime I've been asked "Aren't you cold?".
I find no one gives a **** whether I'm cold or not.

Why do women ask you if you're cold?
 

John53

I go leaps and bounds
Premium Member
I find no one gives a **** whether I'm cold or not.

Why do women ask you if you're cold?

Probably because I wear shorts and a t-shirt all year. And if I do put long pants on they say "must be cold if you've got long pants on". Are they never happy?
 

ChristineM

"Be strong", I whispered to my coffee.
Premium Member
Women are always concerned about the temperature of others. I'd like a dollar for everytime I've been asked "Aren't you cold?".

I find no one gives a **** whether I'm cold or not.

Why do women ask you if you're cold?

Hubby and me went to Paris. One morning we set out early to explore, it was quite chilly. Walking through the red light area of the 9th arrondissement there were several scantily clad girls (and boys). I asked hubby "aren't these girls cold?"

He still laughs when we reminisce
 

John53

I go leaps and bounds
Premium Member
In Australia?

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John53

I go leaps and bounds
Premium Member
Hubby and me went to Paris. One morning we set out early to explore, it was quite chilly. Walking through the red light area of the 9th arrondissement there were several scantily clad girls (and boys). I asked hubby "aren't these girls cold?"

He still laughs when we reminisce

My street walking days are over... past my prime. But even in my prime I doubt if I would have attracted much (any?) business.
 

JustGeorge

Imperfect
Staff member
Premium Member
My street walking days are over... past my prime. But even in my prime I doubt if I would have attracted much (any?) business.
When I went out to the island to meet my husband, he was tending bar. A customer tried to order me from him instead of a drink...

I wasn't approached about this, but we both about **** a brick at the offering price. The offer was refused of course, but it made for quite a story.

He would have been disappointed. I am not as much fun as I look. Not even back then.
 

John53

I go leaps and bounds
Premium Member
There's a Canadian clothing brand called "Roots." Its mascot is a beaver.

When the Australian exchange student in our university class visited the local mall for the first time, he collapsed with laughter when he saw the Roots store covered in beaver silhouettes. All the Canadians were like "what?"

Rotor Rooter had me slightly bemused the first time I went to America.
 

John53

I go leaps and bounds
Premium Member
When I went out to the island to meet my husband, he was tending bar. A customer tried to order me from him instead of a drink...

I wasn't approached about this, but we both about **** a brick at the offering price. The offer was refused of course, but it made for quite a story.

He would have been disappointed. I am not as much fun as I look. Not even back then.

You left out the most interesting part. How much?
 
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