tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31725117.post275762369885017495..comments2024-01-08T08:23:33.817-05:00Comments on Blog Like an Egyptian: What Not To Do At A ConcertPat Ferruccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08507378203154843677noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31725117.post-74072427794969900792009-01-27T20:44:00.000-05:002009-01-27T20:44:00.000-05:00Here's one that's not so much physical, but...The ...Here's one that's not so much physical, but...<BR/><BR/>The cell phone foreplay calls.<BR/><BR/>You know - the ones that are just short of phone porn..if you're one of the conversing parties. To the rest of us denizens of Earth, those calls are just - irritating beyond all reason. <BR/><BR/>You know - where you listen to the girl burbling, "What?...what?!....what?!..." then giggling perversely. Or the one where the guy shows his caveman irresistability by muttering to his wo-man, "No, YOU come over to my place. No YOU...no YOU..." Chivalry, apparently, isn't dead. It's just wearing baggy jeans, a sideways ball cap, and a printed hoodie.<BR/><BR/>And then there are those of us whom the cosmos has doomed to stand behind these idiots and cretins at the checkout in Target, or McDonalds, or in the line for the bathroom at BAR. I'm guessing it's some sort of astral punishment for committing war crimes in a former life...<BR/><BR/>If only there was a genie to make our dreams come true at those moments, we'd be blessed with a very large hammer allowing us to smash their I-Phones into itty bitty pieces, and they would be struck by a sudden and severe case of laryngitis, forcing only themselves to listen to their inner creepy voices.<BR/><BR/>In conclusion, I'd just like to point out - there are plenty of seedy shops that sell lots of toys to enhance foreplay, people...but Cingular and Verizon ain't two of them!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31725117.post-15933850443599799682009-01-24T07:32:00.000-05:002009-01-24T07:32:00.000-05:00This whole discussion reminded me of another kind ...This whole discussion reminded me of another kind of PDA that I loathe...when an amorous couple comes into a restaurant, and both sit on the same side of the table or booth, all the better to be near each other during each and every bit of their Bloomin' Onion or chicken wings...<BR/><BR/>Bleech.<BR/>Get a room, folks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31725117.post-13389255140494169692009-01-23T17:00:00.000-05:002009-01-23T17:00:00.000-05:00Congrats...you made milk come out of my nose!Congrats...you made milk come out of my nose!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31725117.post-1857643139449314442009-01-22T22:26:00.000-05:002009-01-22T22:26:00.000-05:00i just laughed for 10 minutes. i may have snorted ...i just laughed for 10 minutes. i may have snorted a little. <BR/><BR/>thanks for that.sjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04643760705722729503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31725117.post-50664831029306765182009-01-22T21:13:00.000-05:002009-01-22T21:13:00.000-05:00Since you mentioned it, I should say that when one...Since you mentioned it, I should say that when one of my friends went to the bathroom, she left her beer on a seat in front of us - we were near the tables at Toad's. The guy was clearly about to sit down on the chair, and I could have said something, but instead I let him sit on the chair. And he freaked out. It was hysterical. I had no problem buying her a beer to replace the one I let get ruined. Oh, he was also wearing a leather jacket. Yep. This is true.Pat Ferruccihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08507378203154843677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31725117.post-82333539247991116642009-01-22T21:03:00.000-05:002009-01-22T21:03:00.000-05:00Granted it would have been wasting a fine bottle o...Granted it would have been wasting a fine bottle of beer, but you should have dropped a drink on him.<BR/><BR/>Nothing's funnier than wet leather pants.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com