The Not Happy Thread

Well, at least I wouldn't be lonely.

 

Six foot one and three quarters of an inch, & was taller once upon a time, but my hairstyle is now not so bushy, thinking I was about six five during the 90s growth spurt [standing up]. Still, the same weight as @Moose but in stone not in pounds, modern metric/European man, almost Nordic Morten Harket meets English bulldog face, very masculine. I'd certainly rush his pro magna, use my stronger right arm/the power wrist to detain suspect until authorities arrive, fly him to American @thingys prison in a helicopter cross the Atlantic. Just saying I'm stronger than @Moose, okay.

Need to write, haven't written since the cat died.

 

Little of column A, little of column B. Fortunately when I do fill out, I fill out in a way that makes me look more weightliftery. At least until you get the shirt off, that is.

 

And you said?

I'm sorry to hear that

What you're all saying is I'm surrounded by giants here too?

 

If it helps, @Trish, my family are all short. I have no idea how tall I am, though, but I'm certainly not a giant.

 

Well, they asked so nicely it would have seemed rude to refuse them. This is Canada after all.

 

I don't mind being short. My neck just gets tired from looking up all the time

 

I was on the phone when I read this and I laughed, then had to explain. Apparently, you're not the only one, as I was just informed that my uncle was politely asked if he would allow them to arrest him after a bad fight in the 80's

 

It makes me happy that some people manage to stay polite.

 

There was a big man who gained fame in certain circles who was tasered to death by the police, and some of his former coworkers attribute the officers' reaction to his size.

RIP Marland Anderson.

 

He was waving it in their faces, bound to provoke reaction.

 

I guess when your billy-clubs find themselves outgunned....

 

Every night we go to bed later, every night we drink more...

 

Finland, ahh Finland is fine as @Fatbigfouse says, no delicate pastries & coffee & snow & civilisation in the new old UK Atlantic society, maybe once briefly at the motorway service station I discovered a Danish pastry for sale, but now they are illegal meats, & foreign, and in a distant memory. Your world is the one we lost, the fantasy - scenario of napkins, modern pine furniture, and indoor plants situated everywhere in pots of soil for extra oxygen. A world where we freely made love to soil surrounding a bonzai tree, filmed it even,created a bigger tree, those days have now gone, normal no longer are the white towels of Finland, they are too fluffy. We are back to grease paper in the UK, whereas everybody intelligent in Finland, handsome, some a bit like Bergman, I mean I know he's French, or something, or that little sniper chap, your prisons are second or third best in your region, paradise is lost to us, GSTQ.

Our sausage rolls, the grit lorries roll through January, a fart on a train is the day's entertainment, everybody is fat, our dogs are ugly. Get me to Beachy Head, I know, I know, mummy call the nurse.

 

Krav Maga is pretty deadly. If you put your hands on him in the exact manner and in the exact position and in the exact context that he has prepared for (and you don't move), you're a goner.

 

Thanks baby, I've been missing your parfum of prose, your delicate teeth that inhabit my dreams, nibble at bunions during REM sequence.

And thanks for the vote of confidence. A lot of people don't understand how tough I am actually, without any of the 'so-called' military training of these losers. I do it on my own, all day if I could, or still could, half a day is probably more realistic, training my hands, y'know for making love?

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Maybe delete that Finland speech...[it's on the wrong thread, also.]

 

It's too beautiful to die.

 

TBH I wish my father would just hurry up and die, considering he ruined my childhood.
And now my adult years. Of all the people that deserve to go in horrific fashion, he can
be excised from life and existence. But since that is illegal, it will only be a dark section
of my life. But you can bet your ass I will celebrate the day he no longer draws breath for
all that he has fucked up and muddled in my life. I will not be free until he is nothing but
a lesson of what not be, and that is a fact. Fuck him and all that think he is so damn special.

 

Tell you what, I'll kill yours, you can kill mine.

 

Mrs. A has requested that I make spaghetti with meat sauce tonight.

With no garlic.

It tastes like crap, and I know exactly what to do, but that would run counter to her "no garlic" request.

Guess I'll just sprinkle some garlic powder on mine when it comes time to eat.

 

As the man said "Give me a minute and I'll change your mind, give me a bullet and I'll change your life."

 

Tendinitis. "What's that, you'd like to use your specially-developed human grabbing appendages? Nah ... I think you've had enough."

Cyborg upgrades when.

 

Yeah I can't imagine any Italian food without garlic. I can't even think of a comparison to that.