Reminds me of a photo I took - but can't scan this minute - in Campo dei Fiori in Rome of a food stall with a selection of hanging tongues, different sizes, different animals, if I remember right.
mmmmmmmm
it's the source of part of my meal at the last A2K get-together in Toronto
Crispy Roasted Pork
mmmmmmmm
a miniature , plastic, skinned wabbit..
put THAT in your window
you know........... for luck.....
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aahhh
ok
my mind was thinking something else..
mmmm pork mmmmmmm
that sure is a mini rabbit
the ones at my grocer are much more substantial
if kicky got 100 of them and strung them up like a 70's beaded curtain...
that might do the trick..
Yeh. Those tongues would bring the flies..
That's funny.....my flies tend to attract tongues.
Okay, so I was folding my laundry, and as I was going back and forth in front of the window, I was singing nonsense, as I do from time to time, and I noticed there was one girl over there, doing dishes or some **** like that. Just one girl, maybe fourteen-fifteen years old, and she was looking at me as I kept walking by.
So I looked back at her and said "Hi."
She smiled, and I saw her braces. They made her look cute and vulnerable, like a deer in a clearing or something. She waved back at me still smiling, but cautiously.
I smiled and waved for her to come closer. She did, wiping a spoon dry as she moved to the window.
"Excuse me," I said, "but I was wondering if you guys were planning on getting blinds anytime soon." She smiled nervously and mumbled something I couldn't quite hear, but the word, "yes" was in there somewhere. Then I said, "I like that blouse you're wearing. It makes you look very mature."
Her smile wavered a little bit at that, so I switched gears. "I was just wondering about the blinds, because I always see you in here...and I'm sure you see me too..."
"Yeah," she said, "I saw you two or three times." She was rubbing that spoon with the dish towel like it was some buried treasure that she was trying to polish. There was definitely something kind of flirty going on here.
Then there was some noise behind her, and she jumped, startled. I ran from my window, heart pounding, wondering what the hell I thought I was doing with that little girl.
She was very playful for a fourteen-or-so-year-old girl. Also, fairly well developed.
I'm going straight to hell, aren't I.
If you're for real kicky dont worry about going to hell.
They call em rockspiders here and they definitly get the rough end of the pinapple.
Dont even think it!
kickycan wrote:Okay, so I was folding my laundry, and as I was going back and forth in front of the window, I was singing nonsense, as I do from time to time... I'm going straight to hell, aren't I.
if only you hadn't been nekkid at the time...
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ROTFLMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BTW, WTF happened to the little post it box at the bottom of the page? Mine is missing, and I don't like it!
Ok...feel much better now, I thought I was in trouble...ha, being sent to the "no little box at the bottom of your page hell"...
Thank YA
OK, so I am curious. Have they actually gotten blinds yet?
You'd think after the 14-year-old incident they'd have gotten the blinds up pronto.
Nope.
I've noticed that my super is over there a lot, doing work. Maybe the same management company runs both buildings. I should at least ask him about it. He's kind of a dick though. Maybe I'll call the management company and see what advice they have.
The problem is that I still see that girl that I spoke to every once in a while, and I'm starting to feel like a perv. The night after I spoke to her, I watched her cleaning the table in a t-shirt and sweatpants for a few seconds too long until I realized what a sicko I was being and closed the drapes.
I don't want to see these people at all now, because I feel like I invaded some personal family boundary when I spoke to that girl, and I'm worried that they will think I'm some kind of pervert if she tells them what I said.
When I talked to her I think she said they were getting blinds...but where are they? If they don't get blinds soon, I think I'm going to need some serious therapy.
@ssholes.
They'll get blinds, and then you'll be watching the shadows on the blinds.
It's a George Costanza moment in the making.
