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When my g/f first met my parents for lunch, my Dad leant over and ate food off her plate. My mother was mortified, I was a bit confused, she thought it was wonderfull and that she'd been accepted.

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(, Thu 19 May 2005, 13:27)
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Projectile Blowing
On the morning after our arrival, her dad insisted on taking me on his daily tanker route, draining brine from oil well tanks all over the Permian Basin of West Texas. He insisted the only value of education was learning about petroleum engineering, but out on those vast, blasted plains, who could argue? Far from civilization, he had perfected a way of blowing his nose without tissues: projectile blowing - close a nostril and blow - that was remarkably effective for the well-trained. I try it now and again, but never having studied petroleum engineering, it always seems to backfire.
(, Wed 25 May 2005, 4:22, Reply)

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