tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886725.post115145445547207135..comments2024-02-06T00:03:37.928+11:00Comments on twobluefish: First ImpressionsLee Bemrosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707770188310080355noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886725.post-1151522503464301732006-06-29T05:21:00.000+10:002006-06-29T05:21:00.000+10:00Lasting first impression? I have so many embarassi...Lasting first impression? I have so many embarassing tales to tell, where do I start? Tales about unzipped zipper, unbuttoned skirt, hand stuck in car window, car wheel flying off and rolling down the street...<BR/><BR/>That person who swiped your writing, clearly claiming to have written it...that bothers me.neena maiya (guyana gyal)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01358313821005038118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886725.post-1151515488082792342006-06-29T03:24:00.000+10:002006-06-29T03:24:00.000+10:00Amra - what is with you and the guber stories? STO...Amra - what is with you and the guber stories? STOP TELLING GUBER STORIES! Or not. They're pretty funny.<BR/><BR/>Pointing out that someone's skirt is tucked into their undies is a weird one if you're a guy. I once pointed it out to a woman who had just come out of a changeroom, and she looked down, adjusted her skirt, and shot me the filthiest look you could imagine. I was like, fuck you bitch, thought I was doing you a favour, next time I see you wander out of a changeroom with your skirt tucked into your panties, you're on your own.<BR/><BR/>Gab - you've just reminded me of a really humiliating first intro involving booze. Oh God.<BR/><BR/>Zoomy... Oef? Is that like uurgh? Like a verbalised shudder? Or is it an acronym that I am unaware of?Lee Bemrosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06707770188310080355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886725.post-1151500759227614692006-06-28T23:19:00.000+10:002006-06-28T23:19:00.000+10:00Oef...Oef...Zoomfreakyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14118171669209806631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886725.post-1151465926435678942006-06-28T13:38:00.000+10:002006-06-28T13:38:00.000+10:00This is a first impression of sorts… on my first d...This is a first impression of sorts… on my first day in a new job my colleagues and I wound up at the pub (I knew I’d made a good career move at this point) Now I’m embarrassed to admit this but I had one (very big) glass of wine and coupled with an undercurrent of dehydration, found myself the wrong side of tipsy. <BR/><BR/>Gauging the angle of the slippery slope I was approaching I decided it would be in my best interests to make my farewells. I slurred out a jumble of wrong names and nonsensical mutterings then stood up and crashed into a table. Having seen the disastrous scene unfolding in slow motion (or was that just me moving with a drunkard’s deliberate steps?) I sought the fasted route out of the pub. But somehow a chair leapt out and snared my feet. I fought it off bravely, waving my fist and slurring threats to keep it at bay. I then had an altercation with the doorway but battled my way to freedom. <BR/><BR/>One of my colleagues caught up at this point having run the gauntlet with surprising ease, and thwarted my plans to drive home. I settled for a little snooze in my car instead and had nightmares about going to work the next day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com