I used to work for a large corporation and one day I found myself in a meeting with a bunch of female vice presidents where I was the only man there. The presenter was unable to display on the big screen because she didn’t have a connector; I happened to have the right kind and loaned it to her.
She said “you’re pretty handy to have around.” My brain decided that a clever thing to say in response would be “well, I’m pretty well-endowed in the dongle department” and I started to say that before my brain thought better of it and cut me off. So what I actually said was “well, I’m pretty well-endowed”. One woman in the room actually guffawed but everybody else managed to ignore it - although I’m willing to bet this story was told later more than a few times.
I had this same username on Reddit for awhile and I got hit up by guys a few times. Like, dudes - it’s a fucking Kids in the Hall sketch. I am not an actual chicken lady.
Long before the '70s. The British arms manufacturing companies Vickers and Armstrong Whitworth merged in the late 1920s to become Vickers-Armstrongs Limited. Employees of the former Armstrong Whitworth were not happy about the merger and joked about being like choirboys - because they were being buggered by Vickers (i.e. “buggered by vicars”).
Their original stadium (Foxboro) cost an incredibly-low $7 million to build circa 1970. Rather than building a bowl-like structure fully above ground like conventional stadiums, they instead dug a stadium-shaped hole in the ground and filled it with seats - a really practical way to do something like this, as long as you don’t mind the flooding.
Ah god this gets weirder the more you look at it - also typical for AI. Like the flanges on the left sides of all the wheels, and that bizarre whatever-the-hell-it-is in the middle of the front.
I went to Olive Garden restaurant once with a friend of mine, and during dinner he made the claim that Olive Garden consumes 20% of the world’s black olive supply. I couldn’t convince him of how ludicrous this was even despite pointing out the measly two slices of black olive in our shared salad bowl.
I’m a school bus driver and we get tipped (at Christmas and the end of the year). It’s fucking ridiculous. One of my coworkers last year even handed out tip envelopes to the kids - and got suspended for it, fortunately. Imagine being a parent and seeing that bullshit when your kid brings it home.
I don’t throw away the gift cards, of course, but it genuinely means a lot more to me when I get a hand-written card from one of my kids (especially if it’s not accompanying money).