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What would make you knock it back?

Let’s lighten the mood a bit shall we?

OK, I’ll be as tactful as possible here. Last night I was with my gorgeous girlfriend helping her cook dinner when I got an offer that most guys know never to refuse. Trouble was I had two beautiful yearling T-bone steaks sizzling away, ready to be turned. Unlike, say, a curry you can’t turn the flame off and come back to a steak, which has to be cooked and eaten without interruption save for a few minutes settle time. So, as grateful as I was, I had to decline this unexpected offer given the circumstances.

I was asked what else would make me say no to such an advance. “I don’t know,” I replied. “Maybe if the house was on fire.”

So, guys, given that men live by the motto, “The one you knock back is one you’ll never get”, what circumstances would make you say no to a “Donald Duck”?

*I posed this question to male readers because women don’t require excuses to say no to their partners.

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#firstworldproblems

Think your life is hard? Spare a thought for this poor lass from the mother country.

I will never take anything for granted again. My problems just seem so trivial, I just didn’t know there were struggling people faced with the FEAR of picking up the kids in the exact same Louis Vutton scarf as at least two other mums. Life just isn’t fair.

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Dave’s Spring-Racing Style Tips #2 – Women

When choosing a raceday outfit ask yourself "what would Jen wear"?

Form and function

All race meetings during the Spring Racing Carnival are held during the day, yet that doesn’t stop women flocking to the lawns wearing evening wear. You’re spending a whole day exposed to the elements so you should dress accordingly. Skimpy cocktail dresses just don’t cut it. You want an outfit that says “I am confident and ready for anything”, however the common message relayed through racing attire is “I am a Latvian prostitute”.

Dress for the weather. Invest in an ensemble that includes a jacket or coat. Alternatively you should have a matching trench coat on hand – this looks fantastic with a ’60s style fitted dress. Just ensure the skirt is a bit longer than the coat so you don’t look like a flasher. In general your skirt should be no shorter than just above knee, especially if you’re going to sit on the lawn – you’re not visiting your gynaecologist.

If it’s hot avoid bare shoulders unless you’re wearing a wide brimmed hat – though if you’re strapless and wearing a fascinator the chronic sunburn you’ll suffer is God’s way of having a laugh.

The reveal

As far as guys are concerned, fashion labels, designers and fabrics mean bugger all when compared to the cleavage your dress shows, so be sure to show a bit. However, don’t reveal too much flesh and ensure your puppies are held firm and don’t jump around like a stallion at the starting gate. Maintain some mystery and keep it classy ladies. Sideboob is a definite no no! You’re going to the races, not the Brownlow Medal!

Remember, smart is sexy; cute is sexy. Deliberate sexy isn’t sexy.

Wearing a dress that looks like a petticoat adds to the indignity.

Colours

Go the opposite of what you’d wear at night. Don’t even think of wearing the bridesmaid dress you wore at your sister’s wedding. Pastels, floral prints, and pale earthen tones always work well outdoors, while polka dots are great if you want to display more vibrant hues. That said, feel free to consider darker or vivid colours if you have lovely pale skin; this is a far better option than Oompa Loompa-inducing fake tan – navy, shocking pink and purple work well. Try to avoid black, which is so common in Melbourne all year. This is a great time to express yourself with a bit of colour without looking like some Gold Coast trollop.

Footwear

You want your shoes to be stylish, but be sure that you select a pair that you’ll able to wear home. Shoes slung over sunburned shoulders at 5pm are a pathetic look regardless of how drunk you are. And think safety – walking across the lawn at Flemington at the end of proceedings means risking exposure to broken bottles, food scraps and all manner of bodily fluids.

Accessories

Your dress, bag and hat only need complement each other and don’t all have to be the same colour or pattern. If you take a bag make sure it’s easy to carry and keep secure. A clutch can be risky if you’re going to drink a lot. Remember, while you will be most concerned if you lose your bag, no one will give a shit except maybe some guy trying to hit on you – though even he will be pretending.

If you want to stand out a little try an elegant pair of matching silk gloves.

Fancy dress

Only a fuckwit would go to the races in fancy dress. And there is a special place in Hell reserved for those who attend in fancy dress as a group with the one themed look.

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Idiots

There I was, innocently standing at the station waiting for my train, wearing my op-shop jeans, well worn band shirt and jacket, listening to my iPod and trying very hard to look like I was not trying very hard, playing to that imaginary audience that always exists in your head when you’re as self absorbed as I, when in my peripheral vision I saw a young girl walk along the platform. She was quite attractive (tap, four stars) and so I broke out of the cooler-than-thou character I was trying so hard to convey and subtly (I thought) checked her out. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that she was there with a boy who (one can only assume) was (and I also assume still is) her boyfriend.

He saw me checking her out; she did not.

He instantly started groping the girl like a randy rottweiler having a crack at her leg (she was a little bit more receptive than yesterday’s girl, I will admit.)

The insecurity of people like this makes me laugh. What are they so afraid of? Are they really scared that another guy will be able to pick up their girlfriend at a train station while they’re with her? Do these guys really think they need to metaphorically cock their leg and metaphorically piss all over her?

I hope she metaphorically chops his metaphorical cock off.

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I hate …

… everything.

That’s right. I am a hate filled leftist. Filled with hate and of teh left.

Sometimes I violently hate things.

Violent, hateful leftist.

What is is with the left and hate? The oft-asked question that never seems to need an answer.

I really do seem to hate everything. And the more trivial the issue, the more worked up I seem to get.

But if there is one thing wrong with the world, it is people who blatantly abuse the express checkout system. It is not the baby killing gay leftists that are causing the demise of society. No, it is these selfish cunts who take a weeks worth of grocery shopping through the 12 items or less express lane.

Just because you can fit your whole week’s worth of grocery shopping into a basket, doesn’t make it 12 items or fucking less. It makes it 30 items crammed into a basket.. The sign doesn’t say “a basket or less” or “no trolleys” it says “12 items or less”. ITEMS! Learn to count you daft fuckers. It doesn’t even say “oh, the other lines are a little long and you’re in a rush? Oh, alright, just this once”. It says 12 items or less, it’s pretty unambiguous. 12 items or less means 12 items or fucking less!

I have a pack of chips and a coke, because that’s my lunch (fat slob that I am) and I have 20 mins to be back at work and I have to sit there and watch as you put through 30 items while the checkout chick doesn’t say a word.

In the words of Steve Fielding, send them to the back of the queue!

It’s not a victimless crime. Really people suffer because of your selfishness. I have missed lunches because of it. I have missed trains because of it.

The express lane is there for the people who have few items and want to make a quick in and out. If you had time to go and pick out 30 items you have the time to wait at the regular checkouts like everyone else!

Cunts.

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Straight to the back of the queue

Tough Samaritan* Steve Fielding is still determined to send “boat people” to the “back of the queue”.

Been getting lots of support from ppl in the street in Sale for sending boat people to the back of the queue.

Personally, I’m not sure that seeking asylum by boat is a back-of-the-queueing offence; I think people should be sent to the back of the queue when they take too long to get their money out of their purses, or when they take ages making up their minds what to buy, or when they just want to have a chat to the cashier.

But that’s just me. What in your opinion justifies sending to the back of the queue?

* H/T: Jason

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House-sitting dilemma

Last year my partner, Spykey, and I were recruited to house-sit for an acquaintance who was going away for a long weekend — I say acquaintance because we know this person professionally, are friendly with them, but wouldn’t call our relationship a friendship. In the days before this acquaintance went away she took us through the pet feeding instructions, showed us where various things were around the house, invited us to eat anything out of the fridge, and gave us a lovely bottle of wine as a thankyou. She also waved her arm in the direction of a decent collection of DVDs and said to watch anything we liked.

On the first night, Spykey and I cooked up a pasta, cracked the wine, and settled back to watch one of the DVDs. Looking through the shelves I noticed a box set of season two of The Wire. We’d heard really good things about that show, and both wanted to watch it, so I went hunting for season one amongst the boxes. There were literally hundreds and hundreds of DVDs on this shelf, all unwrapped and pre-watched, but when I finally found season one of The Wire it was still in its plastic shrink wrap from the shop.

Bugger.

For the next half hour Spykey and I debated the moral dilemma posed by the wrapped DVD: should we unwrap it or not? What’s the house-sitting etiquette? Does an invitation to watch any DVD include those still in their original packaging? Would we be forever considered as rude by our acquaintance if we unwrapped it?

We ended up not watching it. Did we do the right thing?

Postscript: I have a nagging feeling that I’ve written about this before but I’ve searched through all of the places I might’ve posted about it and found nothing. Tell me you’ve not read this story before. Please.

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