Book ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sophia, see I probably would not have even talked to a man sleeping in my car, I would have called 911. If I had talked to him, it would have been yelling like "What the FUCK are you doing in my car, get the FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!" and I may have had to have a baseball bat lifted over my head in order to say that much.
ok, not actually watching a movie tonight, but am downloading Tree of Life (Blockbuster on demand) to watch tomorrow. It hits more categories.
that I had to help find his car.
Well, really, you only had to help him get arrested. (or punched by msbelle)
I had kind of a shitty day for a number of reasons. But I made some white chili, drank some beer, and posted some old pics to facebook and that was surprisingly cheering. Also, my mister comes home tonight which always helps.
"What the FUCK are you doing in my car, get the FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!" and I may have had to have a baseball bat lifted over my head in order to say that much.
This was my approach to the guy who attacked me in my house! "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" also I tried to poke his eyes out. Unfortunately I failed because he ran away. Coward.
Clearly, we run the gamut on stranger confrontations.
I think y'all know towards which end I land.
Oral HPV infections way more common in men. Huh.
I kind of want to high-five them for making the effort. Is that wrong?
Not at all wrong.
Sophia, see I probably would not have even talked to a man sleeping in my car, I would have called 911.
What I said was "You are scaring me. I am going to exit the car right now." Then he said "This isn;t my car?" and I said "No it is my car." and I swaer he said "Then, where is my car?". That is what lead me to trying to ehp him find his car. And bel ate for work.
msbelle, you didn't really punch him that hard with your tiny fists of rage (if it's when we were together). Or did you punch his fake bird?
I remember there was a point when I looked at Noah and I thought, "I wish I knew what he was thinking." I now look at him and think, "stop sharing!!"
No, I did not hit him hard, and I probably did hit the parrot. It was more about my reaction. She found it fascinating that I hate meeting people. She picked up IMMEDIATELY that I was an extrovert.
I think if I found a strange man in my car, I would call the cops, poke him until he woke up, and then awkwardly explain to the police why he wasn't there anymore. That's about my current capacity for dealing with the unexpected.