GasBandit

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Don't much feel like dancin', but still glad as hell it's fridaaay.

Ready to go home and pass out. Barely got any sleep last night and been having to fake enthusiasm for tedious shit and other people's bad decisions all day, really takes it out of a guy.
 

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I'm going to make a tv show starring Laurel Lance and Lori Grimes just to see how many episodes I could air before people collectively destroy their televisions.
 
You know what trope annoys me? When the grizzled old dude turns over the protagonist's hands and proclaims him a pansy who has never worked because he has no callouses on his palms. You could be the king of Hardworkville, but if you haven't done it in 6 months, you don't have callouses.
I understand where you are coming from, but nevertheless here's that trope oh so wonderfully executed:
 
You know what trope annoys me? When the grizzled old dude turns over the protagonist's hands and proclaims him a pansy who has never worked because he has no callouses on his palms. You could be the king of Hardworkville, but if you haven't done it in 6 months, you don't have callouses.
I don't think that's strictly true. Practicing kendo gave me callouses on certain areas of my palms, such as the bases of my fingers. It's been fifteen years since I've picked up a shinai, but the callouses are still there, and thick enough that I can stick a needle into parts of my palm and not feel a thing.
 
I don't think that's strictly true. Practicing kendo gave me callouses on certain areas of my palms, such as the bases of my fingers. It's been fifteen years since I've picked up a shinai, but the callouses are still there, and thick enough that I can stick a needle into parts of my palm and not feel a thing.
I had very calloused hands from practicing judo for some 10 years, and I've now stopped about 10 years...My hands are practically silky smooth (well, that's an exaggeration, but they're much reduced). It might be different for different people?
 
I don't think that's strictly true. Practicing kendo gave me callouses on certain areas of my palms, such as the bases of my fingers. It's been fifteen years since I've picked up a shinai, but the callouses are still there, and thick enough that I can stick a needle into parts of my palm and not feel a thing.
Are you sure that's not from fapping?
 
So, last weekend, me, my wife, and a friend of ours from university visited a night market in Taipei. We passed by a stand selling tiramisu. It turned out we were in the mood for tiramisu, so I lined up to get one for the three of us to share.

While in line, I noticed that the people selling the tiramisu were a pair of Caucasian men, and they were speaking Italian to each other. Also, when they talked to customers, they could only do so in broken Mandarin Chinese. So I figured, "Oh, I've played lots of Assassin's Creed, I bet I could manage to come up with 'one tiramisu please' in Italian. I'm sure they'd appreciate a break from trying to listen to and speak Chinese."

I get to the head of the line and confidently say, "Uno tiramisu, per favore." The guy's face lights up and starts speaking rapid Italian at me. And then I watch his expression crumble as he sees the blank look on my face, and he points at a plastic bag, asking if I need one to transport my tiramisu. "Sachetto?"

"Umm... scusi?"

The remainder of the transaction was performed entirely in gestures, apart from me squeaking "Grazie" at the end before scurrying away.
 
So, last weekend, me, my wife, and a friend of ours from university visited a night market in Taipei. We passed by a stand selling tiramisu. It turned out we were in the mood for tiramisu, so I lined up to get one for the three of us to share.

While in line, I noticed that the people selling the tiramisu were a pair of Caucasian men, and they were speaking Italian to each other. Also, when they talked to customers, they could only do so in broken Mandarin Chinese. So I figured, "Oh, I've played lots of Assassin's Creed, I bet I could manage to come up with 'one tiramisu please' in Italian. I'm sure they'd appreciate a break from trying to listen to and speak Chinese."

I get to the head of the line and confidently say, "Uno tiramisu, per favore." The guy's face lights up and starts speaking rapid Italian at me. And then I watch his expression crumble as he sees the blank look on my face, and he points at a plastic bag, asking if I need one to transport my tiramisu. "Sachetto?"

"Umm... scusi?"

The remainder of the transaction was performed entirely in gestures, apart from me squeaking "Grazie" at the end before scurrying away.
And then, in a panic, bhamv3 mistakenly asked him to kill the mayor.
 
And then, in a panic, bhamv3 mistakenly asked him to kill the mayor.
"Our top story tonight, the mayor of the city was assassinated in public view today when a Caucasian man dressed in white robes burst from the crowd and stabbed him in the throat with a wrist-mounted blade. Eyewitnesses report the assassin whispered "Requiescat in pace" before disappearing into the crowd. The investigation is ongoing."
 
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