are you young and invincible!

**jrandom** · 31st October 2005, 17:10

Originally Posted by sunhuntin

id rather die on my bike than in any other way.

really? I can help you make sure of that, if you like.

**SPORK** · 31st October 2005, 17:32

Originally Posted by parsley

No, girls like money. Skills that get you money are valued. Nunchuck or bowhunting skills are not.

Watch Napolean Dynamite, then respond.

**Mental Trousers** · 31st October 2005, 18:37

I've never been invincible. However, that Grim Reaper chap doesn't scare me. Hospitals do though.

**mstriumph** · 31st October 2005, 19:11

Originally Posted by Fish

true, very true. good looks help a man, but money is still essential. without money, you'd better look like [insert appropriate drop-dead-gorgeous male celebrity] if you want to get anywhere.

reasonable amounts of money, say, income between 2 and 3 times the NZ average (or equivalent assets, in the case of Old Money), combined with a face that doesn't actually sport pickaxe scars, a belly that doesn't hang over your belt unless you bend 90°, and the ability to ask open-ended questions and fake interest in almost any subject, give you the super-power of throwing your bone in just about any greasy box you like (provided it's not already full, of course).

heed him, yoof. speaking as one myself, I can tell you that no woman ever cared tuppence about what a man does, from the 'oh, that's interesting' point of view.

when we ask that question, we are *actually* asking how much money flows into your pocket, what the stability of that flow is, and what social group that occupation opens up involvement with.

however, you must remember not to ever make the implicitly obvious (stable money) = (sex) transaction plain to a woman. doing so removes the stability part of the equation; we need to maintain an Orwellian mental duality between the requirement for cash and the fantasy of love.

then again, you could always just fuck the local slapper, but that's *yucky*.

i can't make up my mind whether you are just trolling or have actually been hurt very, very badly ...............
naughty fish - the construct fails if it engenders sympathy

**jrandom** · 31st October 2005, 19:21

Originally Posted by mstriumph

i can't make up my mind whether you are just trolling or have actually been hurt very, very badly ...............

neither. I've never been hurt. I wouldn't ever let someone get that close.

I'm just using a little... analytical honesty, possibly incorporating a soupcan of cynicism, leavened with a dash of sarcastic self-reference.

**El Dopa** · 31st October 2005, 19:28

Originally Posted by OMGWTFBBQ

Watch Napolean Dynamite, then respond.

Vote for Pedro.

Wish I could dance like that guy.

**Firefight** · 31st October 2005, 19:30

Originally Posted by Fish

neither. I've never been hurt. I wouldn't ever let someone get that close.

I'm just using a little... analytical honesty, possibly incorporating a soupçon of cynicism, leavened with a dash of sarcastic self-reference.

ah Fish just figured out who you are, don,t worry your secrets safe with me

F/F

**Firefight** · 31st October 2005, 19:36

Originally Posted by Firefight

ah Fish just figured out who you are, don,t worry your secrets safe with me

F/F

yep it was the "Soupcan" you used it once b4 in another life,, well done

F/F

**Ixion** · 31st October 2005, 19:43

I am no longer young. Perhaps I was never young. I may be young one day.. It took many lifetimes to transcend the limitations of mortality.

Patience.

**shcabbeh** · 31st October 2005, 19:57

I'm young and have never crashed..it's getting to be a bit worrying.

I feel like I'm not getting any more experience until I crash. The other day while I was slinging around the twisties I had a sudden urge to try and take the approaching corner harder and faster than is safe, just to see what it'd be like to get flung off. Luckily common sense is my friend, but still.. I feel like I need to crash before I can say I'm experienced

It sucks.

**justsomeguy** · 31st October 2005, 20:05

There will come a time in your life when you realise that you don't really give a f*** about anything and how worrying about everything is the perfect way to waste your life.

WHO BLOODY CARES.