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flamingkillamajig wrote: Now you're making me curious. It's not like I haven't seen attractive wargamer girls online but I'm very curious what you look like. To my knowledge of the GW's I've been to (only 2) there's been a total of maybe 2 attractive wargamer girls that hobbied. Before your response my idea was above average to average so I truly don't know. You're getting married so obviously it's hands off but I feel a need to sate my curiosity.
My reaction here is 'why the hell does it matter?'
It's no big deal. I'm just curious. If it was a dude that ladies peaked in on having sex and the dude was supposed to be attractive would you be curious?
I've known girls online that said various things. Anywhere from being aroused at watching '300' to the constant talk of erm circumcised or not. I've heard online girls say things you probably wouldn't believe.
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flamingkillamajig wrote: It's no big deal. I'm just curious. If it was a dude that ladies peaked in on having sex and the dude was supposed to be attractive would you be curious?
No, because it would be creepy.
I've known girls online that said various things. Anywhere from being aroused at watching '300' to the constant talk of erm circumcised or not. I've heard online girls say things you probably wouldn't believe.
Yes I would, because believe it or not, we vary as much as men do.
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I should think of a new signature... In the meantime, have a
Your curiousity aside, I strongly suggest we go back to discussing intolerable housing company, and not Women 101. It's uncomfortable enough to read from here, without taking into account how it may be making others like Ashiraya feel.
flamingkillamajig wrote: It's no big deal. I'm just curious. If it was a dude that ladies peaked in on having sex and the dude was supposed to be attractive would you be curious?
No, because it would be creepy.
I've known girls online that said various things. Anywhere from being aroused at watching '300' to the constant talk of erm circumcised or not. I've heard online girls say things you probably wouldn't believe.
Yes, because believe it or not, we vary as much as men do.
No I didn't mean looking at the people having sex. I meant I'm curious what reason they'd have for looking at her. Anyway I was curious. She doesn't have to show a picture unless she doesn't mind. Fairly certain she couldn't be more attractive than this one girl I used to like.
Anyway this is getting massively off-topic.
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@butterycommissar: Sure. If you have any new stories please let me know. I need to be going to bed soon over here anyway.
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It's alright, it's not really a big deal and it seemed to be going the way of getting blown out of proportion a bit with the responses to it in the end.
I'll try to remember some more to contribute more to this thread and help it get back on track, but not really much more to mention, they tried to kill some strawberry plant I had at the time I guess. Just stuff like flipping lit cigarette butts into it (was advertised as a nonsmoking place of course and it was but didn't stop them unless an inspection was coming ). Burnt it a few times but no big deal. What killed it was the week or so we left it/forgot about it while sorting out where to go from there.
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N0t_u I apologise for getting mildly irritated on your behalf. I just don't think it's appropriate or reasonable to turn spotlights on members for information they weren't presenting to begin with (and then bait them to provide it). Plenty people mentioned sex in this topic, and you were singled out. That's a poor show.
Anyhow, train on tracks...
When I first moved out to be truly on my own, I invited my friends around to the house on the first weekend. I had a little barbecue on bricks, some meats and half a dozen friends over. It wasn't a big thing, but for us we knew it was a start of a good thing.
My neighbour popped her head over the fence, and I waved and asked if she'd like to come over. This may have be one of my life's biggest regrets to date.
This thread...
I don't have anything on this thread's level, which isnt a surprise as I'm just 18 and we Spaniards are quite hard to kick out of our parent's house. But I do have one of the low level "beneath the rotting pizza" kind of stories.
Turns out last summer I went to Ireland to learn proper English and the best 1000 ways to cook a potato. Didn't learn much cooking but my english got better. But the other guys in the apartment... There was a Czech I think, who didnt talk much and was generally quiet (not that we all crossed paths too much), and two French guys who were impossible to understand, made quite a bit of noise and left a half-rotten pizza on the dining room before leaving, not to mention the mess they made out of the sinks.
So there's that.
There is also that other time in some other summer camp thing where some very smart and gentle people ran around the hallways covering door handles (or whole doors) in a mix of toothpaste, aftershave and shaving foam.
Nothing on the general dramatic level of this thread thankfully.
Alright well sorry you guys. I wasn't curious enough to make people upset mostly importantly the person that was receiving the attention. I'd much rather hear Buttery's stories anyway. Hopefully being curious about those stories doesn't make people mad at me .
@not_u: If you can't take care of a plant due to forgetting perhaps having a pet would be a bad idea as well. Lord knows I can't remember anything. I'm going to be so forgetful if I make it to old age. I probably won't even remember my name.
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flamingkillamajig wrote: Alright well sorry you guys. I wasn't curious enough to make people upset mostly importantly the person that was receiving the attention. I'd much rather hear Buttery's stories anyway. Hopefully being curious about those stories doesn't make people mad at me .
@not_u: If you can't take care of a plant due to forgetting perhaps having a pet would be a bad idea as well. Lord knows I can't remember anything. I'm going to be so forgetful if I make it to old age. I probably won't even remember my name.
Was more we just weren't there for the last week or two of our rent and then remembering it when we went back to get our stuff.
Poor thing was shriveled brown and was on the way to becoming an ash tray.
flamingkillamajig wrote: Alright well sorry you guys. I wasn't curious enough to make people upset mostly importantly the person that was receiving the attention. I'd much rather hear Buttery's stories anyway. Hopefully being curious about those stories doesn't make people mad at me .
@not_u: If you can't take care of a plant due to forgetting perhaps having a pet would be a bad idea as well. Lord knows I can't remember anything. I'm going to be so forgetful if I make it to old age. I probably won't even remember my name.
Was more we just weren't there for the last week or two of our rent and then remembering it when we went back to get our stuff.
Poor thing was shriveled brown and was on the way to becoming an ash tray.
Well maybe you could donate it to Good Will for some white trash to pick up and use .
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Man... this thread. The most annoying thing where I live was the kid next door who had no toys and would just bounce a ball against their front door (from inside the apartment) for hours during the school holidays. The constant 'cuh-thunk' was fething annoying, but nothing compared to you guys.
Buttery Commissar wrote: My neighbour popped her head over the fence, and I waved and asked if she'd like to come over. This may have be one of my life's biggest regrets to date.
H.B.M.C. wrote: Man... this thread. The most annoying thing where I live was the kid next door who had no toys and would just bounce a ball against their front door (from inside the apartment) for hours during the school holidays. The constant 'cuh-thunk' was fething annoying, but nothing compared to you guys.
Are you sure that you weren't actually living in Stalag-Luft III?
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H.B.M.C. wrote: Man... this thread. The most annoying thing where I live was the kid next door who had no toys and would just bounce a ball against their front door (from inside the apartment) for hours during the school holidays. The constant 'cuh-thunk' was fething annoying, but nothing compared to you guys.
Are you sure that you weren't actually living in Stalag-Luft III?
That's where I immediately went too.
Cracking tune.
I've been very lucky with roommates, no real horror stories. Just a bunch of great guys and one girl. Neighbours, however....
My first apartment was a tiny two bedroom in a divey old building, above some retail shops. The units were very narrow, so to get light to the bedroom there was a light well between each unit, about six foot square, and the two windows from each bedroom opened into these wells. The light well stopped at this level and had a tar and gravel floor. Great! Fresh air and light for my little houseplant, right? I cracked the window and left for the day.
The neighbours had a cat. The cat's "litterbox" was the gravel roof. The "litterbox" was never changed. When I got home, my room smelled so strongly of cat gak and urine that I slept on the couch in the living room. That smell never really went away and we left after a month.
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H.B.M.C. wrote: Man... this thread. The most annoying thing where I live was the kid next door who had no toys and would just bounce a ball against their front door (from inside the apartment) for hours during the school holidays. The constant 'cuh-thunk' was fething annoying, but nothing compared to you guys.
Buttery Commissar wrote: My neighbour popped her head over the fence, and I waved and asked if she'd like to come over. This may have be one of my life's biggest regrets to date.
Don't leave us hanging like that!!!
I had to get off the train.
Firstly she introduced herself by telling me that she only would eat chicken, no greeting, just blurting out her preference. Fine, that's fine.
Then she started inspecting my garden and saying it was larger than hers, and she bet I paid less rent. I just agreed and shrugged. I pointed out that my garden ends abruptly in mid air and has an eight foot drop at the end, so possibly wasn't the best planned bit of land.
Then, she told me her brother was beaten to death with a hammer in his own house. I started wondering whether this was ice breaking or a warning. My friends started making excuses and leaving.
I learned a lot from that exchange of chicken for abrupt honesty. She and her husband worked nights, except she didn't because she was off work waiting to sue her employer for an incident five years ago, which she hadn't started the paperwork for.
This pretty much set the tone for our conversations. Her husband was pretty much mute, other than helping me pull a heavy pole out of my backyard one time. *
We rarely spoke, and I was generally okay with this. A few times she hammered on the wall when I got too energetic with exercising during the daytime.**
Then one Sunday morning at 7am, she hammered on the door like there's something on fire. I promptly crapped myself and run downstairs, thinking there's an emergency. Apparently it was very windy and my TV aerial was rattling in the gale.
I apologised, and she told me to call my landlord. She was screaming at me to the point I was backed against my inner hallway door. I called him then and there, and got no reply. She demanded my landlords number, and I refuse, it's not mine to give out.
She then demanded I get on the roof and fix things myself then and there.
I refused, as it was a gale, I like being alive, so she yelled that she would do it. Off she went, trampling my grass and flowerbeds.
My partner was now awake and confused, and we started the morning. About half an hour later, I saw the insane woman and her husband carrying a ladder on the street. I then heard a thump.
I then decided that it would be a good time to go and watch Thor at the cinema, as I didn't want to see an elderly lady fall off my roof, or bother the police.
My tolerance was tempered by the fact that I had to continue living next door to these people, and they were clearly cracked. I wasn't even mad, just perplexed.
Thor was pretty okay. I came home to find a tv aerial growing out of my flowerbed, having been wrenched down and the cable cut with kitchen scissors (still attached to cable).
And so the (one sided) war had begun.
She came to my door once my partner had driven home, I have no idea why. She was proud of what she did.
"That was criminal damage." I said very tiredly.
"No it wasn't! Your aerial was criminally damaging our roof."
"You mean criminal negligence. And no, no it wasn't." I just leant on the doorframe and refused to let her back me up again.
"Ill sue you for this! I'll see you in court!"
"Fine. Use the footpath." My fething flowers have never recovered.
After that, she would do weird petty things to try and piss me off, and I would laugh at the energy expended.
She reported me to the RSPCA three times. Every time I allowed them to see my two cats, their food and my garden. They apologised and moved on.
She used to come on my property and move things around. One time she took a broken tree branch and wedged the backyard gate wide open. I was more amused than anything else. I never worked out why.
The "happy" ending was that she was evicted. Bailiffs kept turning up (and kept trying to access my property because someone had falsified records), and then one day they stopped. And I never heard or saw her again.
*Not a euphemism.
**Also not a euphemism. Wii fit.
What's that saying... "If you run into an donkey-cave in the morning, you ran into an donkey-cave. If you run into donkey-caves all day, you're the donkey-cave."
Does it also apply to weirdness?
I actually have a crazy neighbour story that isn't mine. I'll have to ask permission to share it though.
Buttery, are you sure you're not a mental patient who is living all these past hellish lives? I would have committed suicide a long time again.
I had a real Dickish couple living with me previously.
Our contract had got to the point where it was a rolling one, and they decided they had enough of the house and buffered off. They claimed it was because of mould. The mould was caused by them refusing to open windows. We came home one morning to find they had moved their bed to the living room. They said it was only until they cleaned it, they never did. So I ended up cleaning it in a fit of rage and forced them back upstairs, I liked my living room, the television was there. They wouldn't even tidy up it was just a mattress covering the whole floor. They constantly complained about their room because it was smaller than ours, they agreed to this at the start because we let them use the third room as a study.
They also steadfastly refused to clean. They would leave rotten food in the fridge, on the sides, plates and cups. They would randomly turn the heating up to full blast for hours on end or when we were out. They would have sex with their door open.
It didn't help that the woman was quite the crackpot, she'd start screaming for no apparent reason at two in the morning, and it got so bad that the next door neighbours came over because they thought someone was being raped. She also refused to do any housework because of her condition, so her boyfriend had to do everything. And he was in his last year of university so he was stressed anyway.
But eventually they decided to leave and gave us like two days noticed and buffered off by the end of the week, leaving us to pay the entirety of the rent, because of the contract if one person decides to leave the whole contract becomes null and voided and we would have been evicted from the property. To bee honest we didn't mind paying double for some bloody peace and quiet.
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Thankfully, the worst I had to deal with while living with my sister was rescuing her from spiders. Like the time she got stuck on the balcony because there was a spider on the door to get back in. Or the time I came home one night at about eleven, to find a glass on the kitchen floor with a spider under it, that had been there since about half five, awaiting my return.
Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.
"May the odds be ever in your favour"
Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.
FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.
... I once put a pot over a spider and because I live alone, it just stayed there for a month because I don't know how long spiders live.
I've stared down a crackhead that broke my door down, but I'm just not good with the legs.
And suicide? For every weird story I have, I have a dozen more with great people or experiences through bouncing through life with the general expectation that it'll be pretty good. I'm not unhappy.
Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.
"May the odds be ever in your favour"
Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.
FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.
Buttery Commissar wrote: ... I once put a pot over a spider and because I live alone, it just stayed there for a month because I don't know how long spiders live.
I've stared down a crackhead that broke my door down, but I'm just not good with the legs.
I'm similar with spiders. I don't like them at all, but I'm still comparatively much better with things like tarantulas which actually attempt to look proportional than I am with house spiders and ones that are 95% legs.
I will still freak the feth out if I see one, but proportional spiders would be easier to deal with.
Mandorallen turned back toward the insolently sneering baron. 'My Lord,' The great knight said distantly, 'I find thy face apelike and thy form misshapen. Thy beard, moreover, is an offence against decency, resembling more closely the scabrous fur which doth decorate the hinder portion of a mongrel dog than a proper adornment for a human face. Is it possibly that thy mother, seized by some wild lechery, did dally at some time past with a randy goat?' - Mimbrate Knight Protector Mandorallen.
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Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.
"May the odds be ever in your favour"
Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.
FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.
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