Monday, 15 August 2011
Funny Real Life Quotes
As I've Matured... I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in
· It is illegal to die in the Houses of Parliament.
· It is an act of treason to place a postage stamp bearing the British king or queen's image upside-down.
· It is illegal for a woman to be topless in Liverpool except as a clerk in a tropical fish store.
· Eating mince pies on Christmas Day is banned in Britain.
· The head of any dead whale found on the British coast automatically becomes the property of the King, and the tail of the Queen.
· If someone knocks on your door in Scotland and needs the use of your toilet, you are required to let them enter.
· In the UK a pregnant woman can legally relieve herself anywhere she wants, including in a policeman's helmet.
· It is illegal not to tell the tax man anything you do not want him to know, but legal not to tell him information you do not mind him knowing.
· It is illegal to enter the Houses of Parliament wearing a suit of armour.
· In Trinity College students can demand a glass of wine at any time during an exam, provided they are wearing their sword.
· It is legal to murder a Scotsman within the ancient city walls of York, but only if he is carrying a bow and arrow.
· In Ohio, it is against state law to get a fish drunk
Str8 to a new car
A new car. Not mine, yet.. but Mr. Str8 surprised even himself by randomly buying a brand new Toyota Matrix. It was time to get rid of the old Echo. It as a money pit. And now, sadly, I am currently banded from drinking in the car.
And we have to tighten up the spending. So the whatever goes philosophy he had for shopping at the market is now not so much....
I ll post a pic or two.. he is some proud of it though! lol
And we have to tighten up the spending. So the whatever goes philosophy he had for shopping at the market is now not so much....
I ll post a pic or two.. he is some proud of it though! lol
Friday, 12 August 2011
Its August in the little city, and what a summer. Not really. As far as the summer goes. Or the summer fun that goes along with it. Less than great weather. And the clueless of society thinks global warning is not real. Right.
So the joys of summer now start fade, hopes dashed like a kid pulled out of a candy store. No nights walking downtown. Sitting in cafes. No camping. Ah, but there has been some good times.
Pride week off in the city. We spend most of that at home as it rained. But we did get the harbour cruise (it rained). And the parade. Yup, rained also. Wait, did I say I had summer fun? Felt more like spring fun….pleasant. But on really warm days, we did get to the beach. Late arrival to Dollar Lake, and about two hours. I went in the water once. For about 2 minutes.. then the next day to Crystal Crescent, the nude beach. Wow…what a sight…literally. Water too cold and me too discouraged by the weight I had put on to attempt to get naked. Next time.. I have promised myself.. I ll be flaunting me all up and down the beach….probably.
Work keeps me secured, so most of my day is consumed by it. Getting up to get ready to, and the travel to, work. Work. Travel home from work. Try to unwind to sleep to get up to go.. to work… story of our lives right?
I planned on being out and running (or in my winter laziness, walking) about. I stopped making plans again because it’s just to depressing to have to travel in crappy weather. I think I am a hermit in training.
With autumn fast approaching, I scan the weather forecasts and hold my breath, hoping to see hot (or, at this point even warm) temperatures, with sun, and the chance to be out among the summer living to glimpse attractive males, by chance shirtless… (yes I am man, gay true, making me more of a dog). However, as its rather mid-August, I suspect I ll be staying home, battling the bulge for next year.
And don’t ever get me started on all the work I need still to do outside of my house..That’s an rant posting…
So here’s to the summer. As shitty, rainy, cool and dreary as it is. I give up. I ll stay in and enjoy the fun things one can do behind closed doors. Thanks summer, you are really swell. And thanks for the memories.
So the joys of summer now start fade, hopes dashed like a kid pulled out of a candy store. No nights walking downtown. Sitting in cafes. No camping. Ah, but there has been some good times.
Pride week off in the city. We spend most of that at home as it rained. But we did get the harbour cruise (it rained). And the parade. Yup, rained also. Wait, did I say I had summer fun? Felt more like spring fun….pleasant. But on really warm days, we did get to the beach. Late arrival to Dollar Lake, and about two hours. I went in the water once. For about 2 minutes.. then the next day to Crystal Crescent, the nude beach. Wow…what a sight…literally. Water too cold and me too discouraged by the weight I had put on to attempt to get naked. Next time.. I have promised myself.. I ll be flaunting me all up and down the beach….probably.
Work keeps me secured, so most of my day is consumed by it. Getting up to get ready to, and the travel to, work. Work. Travel home from work. Try to unwind to sleep to get up to go.. to work… story of our lives right?
I planned on being out and running (or in my winter laziness, walking) about. I stopped making plans again because it’s just to depressing to have to travel in crappy weather. I think I am a hermit in training.
With autumn fast approaching, I scan the weather forecasts and hold my breath, hoping to see hot (or, at this point even warm) temperatures, with sun, and the chance to be out among the summer living to glimpse attractive males, by chance shirtless… (yes I am man, gay true, making me more of a dog). However, as its rather mid-August, I suspect I ll be staying home, battling the bulge for next year.
And don’t ever get me started on all the work I need still to do outside of my house..That’s an rant posting…
So here’s to the summer. As shitty, rainy, cool and dreary as it is. I give up. I ll stay in and enjoy the fun things one can do behind closed doors. Thanks summer, you are really swell. And thanks for the memories.
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