[–] 37 points 17 hours ago* (2 children)

Back in the days when my Nokia was state of the art, I went on a date with Kim. We both worked in the motorcycle industry, me as a salesman for big brand franchise, her as a counter chick for her dad’s independent shop. It took months of hints and asking before Kim agreed to a date.

I was fairly broke and a good solid 6/10. Kim was at least a 9, modeled and raced, and had parents with a fair bit of cash. I was out of my league.

I borrowed a current model HSV Grange from a mate with both more money and more taste than me, and dutifully picked Kim up. We went to a Thai restaurant that turned out to be 6kilometres from her house.

When we got there, our table wasn’t ready as the previous couple had stayed longer than anticipated. We went to the bar to wait. I ordered a beer, Kim ordered a raspberry vodka cruiser.

The bartender proceeded to hand me my drink and spill the cruiser all over Kim. And Kim’s skintight white pants. Which were immediately see through. We decided to leave and went to the car.

I pushed the button on the key to unlock it. Nothing. I pushed it again. And again. And eventually stuck the key in the door. Like a peasant. I opened the door, put the key in the ignition- click. Click. Click. Click. Dammit.

I asked Kim to sit in the drivers seat and turn the key when I asked her to.

I opened the bonnet (hood for you non-Aussies) and used my entire mechanical knowledge and wiggled the battery connection. We had lights on the dash! Then, as I held the wire against the battery terminal, Kim turned the key. On the plus side, the car started.

When I had picked myself up, I drove Kim home. I walked her to the door and-smoothly I thought- went in for a kiss. She backed away, grabbed my hand and shook it, and disappeared inside.

20 years later (roughly) we met at a function. Her eyes went wide and she turned her back and walked away.

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  • [–] 4 points 1 week ago

    Martial Arts, weight training,long distance rifle shooting, riding motorcycles (I have seven currently), gardening and growing my own food, fermenting. I used to hunt, but no longer have access to land to do so.

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  • [–] 3 points 1 week ago

    25 years ago I was a motoring journalist. I have had loaned to me: a Ferrari for two weeks, a Rolls Royce for three days, an Aston Martin for a month, and a Mercedes G series (not a G63) for three months. All of this and a whole bunch of other cars and motorcycles. I would be horrified if companies stopped lending out vehicles

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    I walked into a local retailer and this was presented as a laptop that had been ordered and not collected or paid for. Price was $1,999 firm.

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    Tomahawk steak was half price at the local butcher, so I purchased one for my eldest son’s birthday.

    We followed an online recipe (following a recipe is unusual for us - we view them as guidelines, not instructions), and had a fantastic result.

    Great crust, great flavour, consistent texture. Best steak I have ever cooked at home. Maybe recipes have something going for them….

    So, steak, beer, sauce. Great company, great night

     

    The dangers of running full speed through the bush. Things that hang lower than your belly might get stabbed by a stick you try to jump over. Blood, swelling, antibiotics, anti inflammatory, numbing cream, and the cone of shame. Poor Felix.

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