re: wearing low-cut dresses:
Be careful when you wipe off the sweat. The normal rules do not apply.
Well, they apply. But people will stare. And then they will ask you for drinks.
I post this in case I forget. I got about three steps past the Alberni Street Liquor Store when some guy offered, “Brewsi?”
I walked past.
“That’s okay,” he said. “I’m a snob, myself.”
raincoaster 
yeah, love the last dialogue//
Standing outside a liquor store offering beer to passersby is a guaranteed fail.
Uh, Provided they are different.
Better to be a snob than a slob, I always say…
… but if you can manage to be both same time, like me, even better! :D
I’m still stuck in the first image. Care for a drink?
[raises eyes, sees who it is, blushes then stammers, “ooops sorry, I hadn’t realised it was you – – -]
Hey toots, I’ve got a bottle of Tamnavulin above my computer bay . . .
If you’re learning Linux, you need it more than me.
If there ever were a post that needed a photo, this is it.
Please.
Please ignore the comment above. We don’t need a pic. I’m just fine with my brain shutting off the flow of blood to my head in self-defence when I try to imagin …
Sorry, passed out for a second there.
That’s a first – someone referring to a G-suit instead of a g-string when someone’s trying to offer a woman a drink . . .
Hey–a G-suit does wonders for internal pressure …
Or were you talking about J. Edgar Hoover’s lingerie?
Talk about mental pictures!
That’s funny, thanks for the giggle and the snort.
WC
Speaking of snorts, I wonder if that sad guy is still standing there, offering “brewskis” to passing women? Definitely a surefire strategy, you’d think, eh?
In your neighborhood? Definitely.
Nah, the heroin came in this week. It’s the first time I’ve actually seen people jugging on my block.