Furia posted:

Yup.

I love that these "misanthropes" are so loving fickle they can be turned around by a (fictional) kid making a (fictional) joke

Verisimilidude posted:

Jerry Cotton posted:

Verisimilidude posted:

The Snoo posted:

(I'm assuming this is the same dumb poo poo)

I want free kit-kats for STDH

Ratjaculation posted:

Thank God Nestle did this, really redeems them for all the dead babies and dominating water sources in developing nations

E: sth nestle are cunts, don't support them

Ratjaculation posted:

Thank God Nestle did this, really redeems them for all the dead babies and dominating water sources in developing nations

E: sth nestle are cunts, don't support them

Verisimilidude posted:

Henchman of Santa posted:

I like that they had no faith in the generation who can't even drive yet.

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The Odds Of Her Believing Are Ever In Your Favor
LIBRARY | MD, USA | BOOKS & READING, FAMILY & KIDS, THEME OF THE MONTH
(I overhear the following conversation between a boy who is about 12, and his grandmother.)

Grandmother: “What are you reading there?”

Boy: “The Hunger Games.”

Grandmother: “What’s that about?”

Boy: “Don’t worry Grandma. It’s about these kids who enter a Hungry Hungry Hippos tournament, and the winner wins a bag of candy!”

Grandmother: “Oh. That sounds nice!”

goose willis posted:

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Get the lady's permission first, guys. This troper was at a convention-run host club where there were drinks bracelets being given to guests who were over 21, to designate who was allowed to be served alcohol and who was not. To curb any possibility of redistributing these bracelets to congoers who had the over-18 badge but were not yet 21, several of the hosts (most of whom had a very clear "sexy, smoldering vampire" thing going on, more Interview than Twilight) would offer— offer, not approach— to remove them with their teeth. Seeing it happen never got old. It was literally one of the sexiest things I have ever seen. Just a brush of the lips, and then, the teeth. (And please note that I did not say that these were specifically ladies getting their bracelets removed...)

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This editor has a classmate at law school who consistently performs examples of this trope: As he had multiple biology degrees (as well as a physics degree!), we all gave him a pass when he was easily able to explain why an expert witness was wrong in a case about the cause of the plaintiff's carcinoma and able to explain how stem cells are made, which was important to a different case. However, when there was a baking contest at school, we were a bit surprised to learn he was an expert baker. We were more surprised when he was easily able to fix another classmates iPod and hacked into another students e-mail account (in under a minute!). We didn't think we could be more surprised when, at the school's Barristers Ball, he was an excellent dancer. When he was able to help a Trial Advocacy professor with a case she was working by knowing and being able to explain an obscure detail of proper handgun cleaning, we all decided we would assume that he had whatever skills we could think of, unless he specifically told us he didn't have them. (So far, we have determined he doesn't speak Russian.)

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The "retired secret agent" theory is gaining a lot of pull with my classmates and me. There was a guy at my school who was having an affair and we all wanted to know if the wife knew. Our one classmate had us all go out club hopping one weekend and have us bring spouses/significant others. He then spent the night chatting and telling stories to the guy having the affair and the wife, both together and separately as everyone got outrageously drunk. When the guy having the affair and the wife left, my classmate straightened up and completely sober, told us the wife knew. Apparently, my classmate was faking drunkenness despite slamming shots all night and had been pumping the guy having the affair and the wife for information without either of them knowing about it. If that is not something a spy could (and would!) do, I don't know what is.

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The "retired secret agent" theory is gaining a lot of pull with my classmates and me. There was a guy at my school who was having an affair and we all wanted to know if the wife knew. Our one classmate had us all go out club hopping one weekend and have us bring spouses/significant others. He then spent the night chatting and telling stories to the guy having the affair and the wife, both together and separately as everyone got outrageously drunk. When the guy having the affair and the wife left, my classmate straightened up and completely sober, told us the wife knew. Apparently, my classmate was faking drunkenness despite slamming shots all night and had been pumping the guy having the affair and the wife for information without either of them knowing about it. If that is not something a spy could (and would!) do, I don't know what is.

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I was once challenged by a brown belt Karate friend, who taunted me with the 'certainty' that his karate would be much better than my yellow belt Wing Tsun (which is actually a form of Kung Fu, for added badassery). He adopted his traditional stance and launched one of the 'mega-punch' type things. I side-stepped with a single kung-fu step and punched him in the side of the head. He was off-balance, and went crashing into a desk. In front of about half the year, some sixty people. He was also the one who got in trouble, because sixty people including teachers had seen him taunt me, adopt a fighting stance (the main wing tsun fighting stance I was tuaght doesn't actually look like a fighting stance) and strike the first blow.

goose willis posted:

Khazar-khum posted:

Bracelets

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Get the lady's permission first, guys. This troper was at a convention-run host club where there were drinks bracelets being given to guests who were over 21, to designate who was allowed to be served alcohol and who was not. To curb any possibility of redistributing these bracelets to congoers who had the over-18 badge but were not yet 21, several of the hosts (most of whom had a very clear "sexy, smoldering vampire" thing going on, more Interview than Twilight) would offer— offer, not approach— to remove them with their teeth. Seeing it happen never got old. It was literally one of the sexiest things I have ever seen. Just a brush of the lips, and then, the teeth. (And please note that I did not say that these were specifically ladies getting their bracelets removed...)

tacodaemon posted:

Walton Simons posted:

I can't follow any part of that. Why does the fact that they bite the bracelets off in a sexy way means that you can't lend someone else your bracelet? What does 'offer, not approach' have to do with anything? What's with 'get the lady's permission first'? Permission to bite the bracelet off? Why would it even be just ladies getting the bracelet removed in the first place?

I read it as
- They're at some sort of party (fine)
- People get bracelets if they're over 21 to show the bar staff that they can be served booze (with you so far)
- There must be something about these bracelets that means they can be transferred to people under 21 and presumably back again so they need to do something else in order to stop people swapping them
- So obviously the solution is that sexy vampires will remove the bracelets with their teeth and it's just so sexy that this stops people swapping them because ????




e: Wait, is the troper saying that people are allowing the hosts to rip the bracelets because it's so incredibly sexy that seeing it happen is worth forgoing any more drinks?

Danaru posted:

What the hell kind of fetish is "Vampires removing bracelets from women"

Khazar-khum posted:

Baton

Lord Chumley posted:

You posted "Spy" again by mistake.

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This Troper was once involved in a D&D game where the GM's Professional Arena Football Player big brother came in and started messing with us. After enduring this for several minutes, I faced him and pulled out my "secret weapon," a 15-inch rubber padded cylinder. "What's that, your magic wand?" the jackass had asked. "Yeah," I snarked, shaking the cylinder, to reveal that it was in fact the handle for my US Marine-Issue Stainless Steel Extendable Baton. "Abracadabra, bitch." I then proceeded to perform acts of violence on the jerk that I will not repeat here on advice of my lawyer. Sadly, I was never invited back to that D&D group (the "victim" WAS the GM's brother, after all.)

Khazar-khum posted:

You're right! Duh. Here's "Baton":

Khazar-khum posted:

This Troper's maternal grandfather served in the British Army during World War II as a medic. He's had quite a number of brushes with death, mostly while with the 8th Army.
During the invasion of France, my grandfather had to get out of the ambulance he drove to piss. When he came back, the ambulance had been bombed.

Khazar-khum posted:

You're right! Duh. Here's "Baton":

Khazar-khum posted:

Karate