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originally posted by: gallop
originally posted by: DBCowboy
originally posted by: solve
a reply to: DBCowboy
Glad we talked, ranting is ranting, but that OP still got under my skin a bit, have a good day.
*sigh*
Once you can learn to disco dance, the mysteries of the universe will solve themselves, Gregory.
I never did learn to disco.. When my frans went to the blue light, I had to stay outside because I was wearing thongs and not sneakers. No thongs allowed. So I held everyones booze, and when they returned, I had absconded with my booty.. and all they had were blue balls, because the blue light was a teenage police ran disco, to keep the kids from doing the funky stuff kids did when they were kids.
I did develop a healthy appetite for beer, flavoured wine, and fruity drinks though. And I can dance. I can dance to the music in my soul... looks like peter garrett, but I don't judge.
originally posted by: Lagomorphe
originally posted by: gallop
originally posted by: DBCowboy
originally posted by: solve
a reply to: DBCowboy
Glad we talked, ranting is ranting, but that OP still got under my skin a bit, have a good day.
*sigh*
Once you can learn to disco dance, the mysteries of the universe will solve themselves, Gregory.
I never did learn to disco.. When my frans went to the blue light, I had to stay outside because I was wearing thongs and not sneakers. No thongs allowed. So I held everyones booze, and when they returned, I had absconded with my booty.. and all they had were blue balls, because the blue light was a teenage police ran disco, to keep the kids from doing the funky stuff kids did when they were kids.
I did develop a healthy appetite for beer, flavoured wine, and fruity drinks though. And I can dance. I can dance to the music in my soul... looks like peter garrett, but I don't judge.
You wore thongs, had blue balls and absconded with your booty!?
Those sound like some pretty wicked teen days you had right there!
originally posted by: CthruU
a reply to: DBCowboy
Who needs rest when such arrogance is on display???
Instead of telling us all how good you are you could've taken that 10 mins to log on and post to at least swing a bike lock or two as you'd prefer.
Please it's a not a rant - its a self inflicted pat on the back to thyself.
originally posted by: gallop
originally posted by: Lagomorphe
originally posted by: gallop
originally posted by: DBCowboy
originally posted by: solve
a reply to: DBCowboy
Glad we talked, ranting is ranting, but that OP still got under my skin a bit, have a good day.
*sigh*
Once you can learn to disco dance, the mysteries of the universe will solve themselves, Gregory.
I never did learn to disco.. When my frans went to the blue light, I had to stay outside because I was wearing thongs and not sneakers. No thongs allowed. So I held everyones booze, and when they returned, I had absconded with my booty.. and all they had were blue balls, because the blue light was a teenage police ran disco, to keep the kids from doing the funky stuff kids did when they were kids.
I did develop a healthy appetite for beer, flavoured wine, and fruity drinks though. And I can dance. I can dance to the music in my soul... looks like peter garrett, but I don't judge.
You wore thongs, had blue balls and absconded with your booty!?
Those sound like some pretty wicked teen days you had right there!
No I was bereft of the balls, I.. wait.. I was bereft of having the blue balls because I never got into the disco to be teased by the squirming young devotchkas. Crikey, no one flamin' reads round here.. Oo
And I absconded with all the loot. I did.
*crawls back into lerk mode, where it's safe to hide from mean rabbits*
originally posted by: gallop
Even during working hours, the pay sucked.. the number of times I heard "Oh you're IT. You must get paid well!" was enough to drive me to drink... But I ignored it and drove myself.