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Mar-1-2008 01:12

The first rule of Fight Club is... YOU DON'T TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB!!!

Oh dang. Dangitty dangitty dang dang. Wrong room. Sorry. I humbly apologize to the corner of your parent's four-post bed.

My brain is hurting from thinking about whether this is a game or not. Stupid irony!

Teach the people the rules you have learned in the course of your travels: For example -

Don't walk in on your parents. If by some chance you DO make this mistake, don't try to cover up the awkwardness by telling either of them that they look like they've lost a little weight.

When you leave a place, just leave. Dont announce it. anyone who matters will have noticed you're gone.

Mar-12-2008 21:11

If a questionaire asks "Sex: M/F" ... don't circle both and write "Sometimes Wednesdays too."

Mar-13-2008 05:54

This one is a man rule:
When going into the restroom and there is one other guy in there, always use the urinal that is farthest away from the one in use!

Mar-13-2008 08:10

Now that reminds me of a Winston Churchill anecdote:

One day Sir Winston and a Labour party member were in the men's bathroom. And the Labour rep noticed that Churchill had taken the urinal furthest from him.

"Feeling standoffish, today, Winston?", he asked.

Churchill said, "That's right, because everytime you people see something big, you want to nationalize it".

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Mar-14-2008 20:25

I'm not sure why either of these posts were deleted. There wasn't anything wrong with either of them.

Mar-15-2008 03:49

I may have an explanation for you Anikka.

As I said the rule i have posted was the real rule no1! So maybe someone was aware of the rule !!! and thought that some things should remain hidden.

Olrye , Olrye brahtabmt, Olrye hertribmt

Mar-15-2008 10:00

Shoot first, ask questions later!

Mar-15-2008 11:46

Never mess with a Cecilian, when death is on the line.

Mar-22-2008 00:42

heh. Rich, I sincerely hope that you never meet anyone named Cecilia, Simon or Garfunkel while in Italy. You're liable to get up to wash your face, some back to bed and find someone's taken your place, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme to the scarborough fair.

(muffles sound of eating weed-soaked cotton candy)

Something Vampiric Smile said reminded me of a bullfight, the sound of my dad waking up the morning after a "vodka" night and the many, many words they use in Scandinavia when they want to talk about fish. Good luck keeping your smelt to itself.

Something ctown said earlier reminded me of the unbelievably elaborate rules involved in the seemingly simple act of a gentleman using a urinal:

EYES STRAIGHT AHEAD, SOLDIER!

Look not to the left. Look not to the right.

It's basically the same as the rules for getting on an elevator, but more homophobic, and (hopefully) less thumb-twiddling.