On another thread young Mr sabu wrote on 25/09/2008;
>I will NEVER get tired of the classic chocky shit slinging!
This got me to thinking about some conversations I have had with Derek my M10 love.
(When the fights started).
Derek my M10 love told me about a Sydney sports climber mate of his who after retiring, went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked him for his driver's license to verify his age. He looked in his pockets and realised he had left his wallet at home.
He told the woman that he was very sorry, but he would have to go home and come back later.
The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'.
So he opened his shirt revealing his curly silver hair. She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed his Social Security application.
When he got home, he excitedly told his wife about his experience at the Social Security office.
She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too'
And then the fight started.....
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At another time Derek and I were sitting at a table at his high school reunion, and he kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.
I asked Derek, 'Do you know her?'
'Yes,' he sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.'
'My God!' I said, 'Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?'
And then the fight started.....
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It is not all a one sided thing, this making of silly mistakes though, as this mornings incident attests.
Derek my M10 love rear-ended a car this morning.
So, there he was alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out of his car.
Derek later said to me, “You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things just seem funny? Yeah, well I couldn't believe it.... he was a DWARF!!!”
He stormed over to Dereks’ car, looked up at Derek, and shouted, 'I AM NOT HAPPY!!!'
So, Derek (full bottle that he is!), looked down at him and said, “Well, then which one are you?”
And then the fight started... .
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- and alas Derek my M10 love is sometimes not the sharpest tool in the shed, as this incident the other day shows.
I was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror, and not happy with what I was seeing. So I say to Derek, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.'
Derek then says to me, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'
And then.....
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