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Why I Should Not Be Allowed to Speak in Public, Ever: #45456.
At a good friend's retirement party the other day, as he was recounting the lovely story of how he met his wife, a good friend of mine, I piped up:
I love hearing the story from your side! Your wife is so self-defecating!
Did I mention that ex-boss' wife was standing there, too?
Takes talent, folks. Takes talent.
Poor you! At least it probably only amounted to a good laugh.
sweet.
whenever i do something like that, i just yell something in german, kick the closest person, and run away!
works everytime.
[points to the left]
Look! It's a condor in a wetsuit!
[runs away]
Yep. That ought to solve most situations of that type.
So did you mean to say self-deprecating? Eh, your brain had a glitch. You poor pookie.
Email me and I'll tell you one I did that's FAR worse than that. ;)
Hey endorse yourself for not being boring! If you calculated everything you say before you said it so you were always safe, you would be uninteresting.
Charles Bukowski once said "This is a world where everybody's got to do something. You know, somebody laid down this rule that everybody's got to do something, they got to be something. You know, a dentist, pilot, janitor, a preacher - all that. Sometimes I just get tired of thinking of all the things I don't want to do, things that I don't want to be..."
self-defecating? I don't think that is the word you wanted to use...
Hugs, Alex, cause I could sure use one! ;o)