Secret Santa
Ah, the joy of giving anonymously. Squeal as your boss is given a porn mag for christmas. Out your colleagues with a carefully chosen Gaydar Radio compilation album, but best of all, keep quiet about picking your own name out of the hat and buy yourself something really, really expensive.
What have you given to people you hate?
( , Fri 15 Dec 2006, 10:03)
Ah, the joy of giving anonymously. Squeal as your boss is given a porn mag for christmas. Out your colleagues with a carefully chosen Gaydar Radio compilation album, but best of all, keep quiet about picking your own name out of the hat and buy yourself something really, really expensive.
What have you given to people you hate?
( , Fri 15 Dec 2006, 10:03)
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Giving A False Impression
As an American, I know little about sports in general, and not the slightest bit about rugby in particular. Nevertheless, on my first visit Down Under, I wanted to ingratiate myself with the natives, and I thought a good way to do that was to express solidarity with the Aussie cricket team. Flying into Brisbane on a crowded airliner, crammed right next to the Great Britain rugby team, I had heard the Brits mocking the way Aussies speak - "G'Day Mate! G'Day Mate!" Offended on behalf of the Aussies, I earnestly hoped the Brits would get their faces pounded into the mud.
Riding a train late at night, I spotted a fellow in a green-and-yellow rugby jacket. Both he and his girl friend were dozing. I knew there had been a big game that evening and I wondered who had won. I moved closer, hoping to convey my hopes that Australia had won. Soon enough, the train's motion jarred them both awake, and I pounced.
I asked "did Great Britain or Brisbane win today's game?" The girl friend corrected me: "Australia defeated Great Britain tonight." The fellow asked, somewhat sarcastically, "do you know where you are?" I cheerily answered, "barely!" Voice dripping with contempt, he said "you're an American, aren't you?" I answered "oh, yes!" Girl friend cheerily said, "oh, we've seen many international folks today - Germans, Czechs, etc." I continued, "you see, when I flew into Brisbane, I flew in with the Great Britain rugby team." The guy answered, "then you must have felt right at home." I said, "no, rather...."
He interrupted: "Listen! I hate Poms and I hate Yanks, the two most loser nations in the world!" Girl friend said "hush, don't be rude." He then began muttering all kinds of venomous anti-American things to the girl friend, amongst which I heard the name George Bush mentioned at least once.
Wanting to leave a bon-bon of trans-Pacific sweetness, I gave the green-and-yellow ass a false impression instead. So much for international harmony. I'm going to get a green-and-yellow voodoo doll for Christmas and poke needles in it for fun.
( , Thu 21 Dec 2006, 9:26, Reply)
As an American, I know little about sports in general, and not the slightest bit about rugby in particular. Nevertheless, on my first visit Down Under, I wanted to ingratiate myself with the natives, and I thought a good way to do that was to express solidarity with the Aussie cricket team. Flying into Brisbane on a crowded airliner, crammed right next to the Great Britain rugby team, I had heard the Brits mocking the way Aussies speak - "G'Day Mate! G'Day Mate!" Offended on behalf of the Aussies, I earnestly hoped the Brits would get their faces pounded into the mud.
Riding a train late at night, I spotted a fellow in a green-and-yellow rugby jacket. Both he and his girl friend were dozing. I knew there had been a big game that evening and I wondered who had won. I moved closer, hoping to convey my hopes that Australia had won. Soon enough, the train's motion jarred them both awake, and I pounced.
I asked "did Great Britain or Brisbane win today's game?" The girl friend corrected me: "Australia defeated Great Britain tonight." The fellow asked, somewhat sarcastically, "do you know where you are?" I cheerily answered, "barely!" Voice dripping with contempt, he said "you're an American, aren't you?" I answered "oh, yes!" Girl friend cheerily said, "oh, we've seen many international folks today - Germans, Czechs, etc." I continued, "you see, when I flew into Brisbane, I flew in with the Great Britain rugby team." The guy answered, "then you must have felt right at home." I said, "no, rather...."
He interrupted: "Listen! I hate Poms and I hate Yanks, the two most loser nations in the world!" Girl friend said "hush, don't be rude." He then began muttering all kinds of venomous anti-American things to the girl friend, amongst which I heard the name George Bush mentioned at least once.
Wanting to leave a bon-bon of trans-Pacific sweetness, I gave the green-and-yellow ass a false impression instead. So much for international harmony. I'm going to get a green-and-yellow voodoo doll for Christmas and poke needles in it for fun.
( , Thu 21 Dec 2006, 9:26, Reply)
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