OPEN BAR: I see you've come to PD. I too like to live dangerously

[Faust]

One week left in Ireland before I'm an immigrant in the UK.

Good luck, sir.

I know it's pretty much as next door as you can get to any country, but how do you feel about it? Where in the UK are you moving to?

It's going to be weird for a while, it will definitely take some getting used to. I'm moving to Essex, the place we are in seems nice but a lot of it seems kind of rough (fake tans everywhere).

It'll probably be fine. You won't be far from Cork either way. Congrats.

Yeah It's literally a forty minute flight and twenty minutes to the airport. It takes me longer driving to my mother in South Kerry then to get back.

Revising that to 3 days. Enjoy your sojourn the the UKIP heartland.

[Junkenstein]

Sorry, were you not aware that "Essex Man" is now "UKIP man"?

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/politics/local-elections/10851831/Farage-hails-himself-honorary-Essex-man-on-victory-tour.html

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-27570540

[Faust]

Oh no, these politicians look even more gormless than the ones I'm leaving behind.

[Junkenstein]

Well I'm still waiting to hear outright denial from Farrage (Pronounced to rhyme with "carriage", wouldn't want to use one of those nasty European inflections) regarding his certificate of Hatching from Reptoid Prime. Until I see that I have to assume he's here illegally, taking jobs from other hard working racists.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Farage

There's a rather nice Santorum style campaign going. Spread the word and make some friends.

[Roly Poly Oly-Garch]

Well I'm still waiting to hear outright denial from Farrage (Pronounced to rhyme with "carriage", wouldn't want to use one of those nasty European inflections) regarding his certificate of Hatching from Reptoid Prime. Until I see that I have to assume he's here illegally, taking jobs from other hard working racists.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Farage

There's a rather nice Santorum style campaign going. Spread the word and make some friends.

I'm really loving the amount of coverage the UKIP is being given over here. They must be quite special indeed, to be able to compete with our homegrown fascists for air-time.

[Cain]

They are, in essence, the British Tea Party.  The original party was a mix of EU-obsessives and genuine far-right racists (the kind who are editors of "Nordicist journals" and say appalling things about Jews), who were later joined by American influenced libertarians and former Tories disappointed by Iain-Duncan Smith/David Cameron and then a free-floating group of grumpy protectionists and self-declared racists who account for their current surge in the polls.

Since none of them agree on anything, really, Farage basically makes up bollocks on the fly in order to keep the party from imploding

[hirley0]

Oh no, these politicians look even more gormless than the ones I'm leaving behind.

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One week left in Ireland before I'm an immigrant in the UK.

Good luck, sir.

I know it's pretty much as next door as you can get to any country, but how do you feel about it? Where in the UK are you moving to?

It's going to be weird for a while, it will definitely take some getting used to. I'm moving to Essex, the place we are in seems nice but a lot of it seems kind of rough (fake tans everywhere).

It'll probably be fine. You won't be far from Cork either way. Congrats.

Yeah It's literally a forty minute flight and twenty minutes to the airport. It takes me longer driving to my mother in South Kerry then to get back.

Revising that to 3 days. Enjoy your sojourn the the UKIP heartland.

.1 CLEERLY there is no way i could ever keep up with this ::
2: however there are a few Simple Questions i have for those here
3? one is about ?"CALENDAR"? HOW TO CHANGE IT TO NEW

http://www.erisbarandgrill.com/index.php?action=calendar
Your session timed out { I KNOW {{BooRing
http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?action=calendar

[Reginald Ret]

First post from my new computer! Yay it is assembled, installed, and working!
This deserves a celebratory drink! This round is on me!

Please PD, tell me a game to play to test the limits of this bad boy.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

The airline has located my checked baggage.

In Guatemala City.

TGRR,
Has his checked baggage in the room, and is sort of puzzled by this turn of events.

OH NO

YOU DON'T WANT THAT LUGGAGE.

AM I THE ONLY PERSON WHO'S DYING TO KNOW WHAT'S IN THAT BAG?  REALLY?

Go right ahead, i would like to know as well but remember that Dying is the keyword here.

It's Tucson.  I'd just get recycled.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Errand in Texas more than 100% successful.  I got what my boss wanted, then the smarmy little sales fuck from the vendor tries to get me drunk over Thai food and turn the tables on me (Thai food twice in one day - I had also gone out with a friend, earlier - is a form of heaven, even in Dallas).

Fortunately, I have some experience in these matters.  90% of the alcohol put in front of me wound up on the floor and/or the planter next to me by one discreet means or another, and dickhead more or less passes out trying to keep up with what must have LOOKED like some man with an iron liver.  By the end, he was trying to drink me under the table because he's a Sales Guy with Perfect Teeth and I am some sort of lower hominid who lacks even a basic MBA.

But because I wasn't actually drinking, that wasn't possible.  I "helped" him "outside to get a cab" (the Thai dude was HAPPY to see the loudmouth go), but he passed out completely just as we got out the door, so I accidentally left him in a dumpster between the Thai joint and the off-stadium sports bar next door, with the (unsigned) "contract revision" stuffed down the back of his pants.

I am becoming a little concerned that this job is having an effect on me, and not for the better.

[Raz Tech]

Errand in Texas more than 100% successful.  I got what my boss wanted, then the smarmy little sales fuck from the vendor tries to get me drunk over Thai food and turn the tables on me (Thai food twice in one day - I had also gone out with a friend, earlier - is a form of heaven, even in Dallas).

Fortunately, I have some experience in these matters.  90% of the alcohol put in front of me wound up on the floor and/or the planter next to me by one discreet means or another, and dickhead more or less passes out trying to keep up with what must have LOOKED like some man with an iron liver.  By the end, he was trying to drink me under the table because he's a Sales Guy with Perfect Teeth and I am some sort of lower hominid who lacks even a basic MBA.

But because I wasn't actually drinking, that wasn't possible.  I "helped" him "outside to get a cab" (the Thai dude was HAPPY to see the loudmouth go), but he passed out completely just as we got out the door, so I accidentally left him in a dumpster between the Thai joint and the off-stadium sports bar next door, with the (unsigned) "contract revision" stuffed down the back of his pants.

I am becoming a little concerned that this job is having an effect on me, and not for the better.

I want to grow up to be just like you.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Errand in Texas more than 100% successful.  I got what my boss wanted, then the smarmy little sales fuck from the vendor tries to get me drunk over Thai food and turn the tables on me (Thai food twice in one day - I had also gone out with a friend, earlier - is a form of heaven, even in Dallas).

Fortunately, I have some experience in these matters.  90% of the alcohol put in front of me wound up on the floor and/or the planter next to me by one discreet means or another, and dickhead more or less passes out trying to keep up with what must have LOOKED like some man with an iron liver.  By the end, he was trying to drink me under the table because he's a Sales Guy with Perfect Teeth and I am some sort of lower hominid who lacks even a basic MBA.

But because I wasn't actually drinking, that wasn't possible.  I "helped" him "outside to get a cab" (the Thai dude was HAPPY to see the loudmouth go), but he passed out completely just as we got out the door, so I accidentally left him in a dumpster between the Thai joint and the off-stadium sports bar next door, with the (unsigned) "contract revision" stuffed down the back of his pants.

I am becoming a little concerned that this job is having an effect on me, and not for the better.

I want to grow up to be just like you.

Me too.

TGRR,
45 years old, still not grown up.

[Reginald Ret]

Errand in Texas more than 100% successful.  I got what my boss wanted, then the smarmy little sales fuck from the vendor tries to get me drunk over Thai food and turn the tables on me (Thai food twice in one day - I had also gone out with a friend, earlier - is a form of heaven, even in Dallas).

Fortunately, I have some experience in these matters.  90% of the alcohol put in front of me wound up on the floor and/or the planter next to me by one discreet means or another, and dickhead more or less passes out trying to keep up with what must have LOOKED like some man with an iron liver.  By the end, he was trying to drink me under the table because he's a Sales Guy with Perfect Teeth and I am some sort of lower hominid who lacks even a basic MBA.

But because I wasn't actually drinking, that wasn't possible.  I "helped" him "outside to get a cab" (the Thai dude was HAPPY to see the loudmouth go), but he passed out completely just as we got out the door, so I accidentally left him in a dumpster between the Thai joint and the off-stadium sports bar next door, with the (unsigned) "contract revision" stuffed down the back of his pants.

I am becoming a little concerned that this job is having an effect on me, and not for the better.

Nonsense! I recently read a page out of the Quote 500 That is a dutch glossy magazine about the 500 richest people on the world. (I am not shitting you, it exists: http://www.quotenet.nl/)

Anyway, it was a list of 10 tips to make more money. nr 8 was 'lose your empathy'.

[Junkenstein]

First post from my new computer! Yay it is assembled, installed, and working!
This deserves a celebratory drink! This round is on me!

Please PD, tell me a game to play to test the limits of this bad boy.

Preferred type?

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Errand in Texas more than 100% successful.  I got what my boss wanted, then the smarmy little sales fuck from the vendor tries to get me drunk over Thai food and turn the tables on me (Thai food twice in one day - I had also gone out with a friend, earlier - is a form of heaven, even in Dallas).

Fortunately, I have some experience in these matters.  90% of the alcohol put in front of me wound up on the floor and/or the planter next to me by one discreet means or another, and dickhead more or less passes out trying to keep up with what must have LOOKED like some man with an iron liver.  By the end, he was trying to drink me under the table because he's a Sales Guy with Perfect Teeth and I am some sort of lower hominid who lacks even a basic MBA.

But because I wasn't actually drinking, that wasn't possible.  I "helped" him "outside to get a cab" (the Thai dude was HAPPY to see the loudmouth go), but he passed out completely just as we got out the door, so I accidentally left him in a dumpster between the Thai joint and the off-stadium sports bar next door, with the (unsigned) "contract revision" stuffed down the back of his pants.

I am becoming a little concerned that this job is having an effect on me, and not for the better.

Nonsense! I recently read a page out of the Quote 500 That is a dutch glossy magazine about the 500 richest people on the world. (I am not shitting you, it exists: http://www.quotenet.nl/)

Anyway, it was a list of 10 tips to make more money. nr 8 was 'lose your empathy'.

I haven't lost my empathy.  Hate is an emotion, and hating someone is in fact a form of caring. 

And number 8 seems to be a bad trade.  Money instead of humanity.  Wow.  That's repellent.