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Went down to the shops, looking to get some junk and deodorant, because this country is just made of fail and sweat during the summertime.
Ran into my neighbor, who was happy to see me. He asked me to go to the shops with him and buy him some lottery tickets to give to a family friend for Christmas. ... Did you know there's a law against buying lottery tickets here in Australia if you're under 16?
I mean, ageism aside, what the hell does it accomplish, banning them from buying lottery tickets? If you think that lottery is analogous to gambling, you're in for a shock: lottery is more akin to throwing buckets of money down a well. Especially pointless because I stood there in the cashier's face and admitted I was buying the damn things for him. Woo, way to fight... childhood gambling... which I'm sure is an issue somewhere.
My neighbor decides to "show off." He asks me to stop in the middle of the store and slugs me right in the stomach as hard as he could - his fist bounces off.
"You have a go!" he urges his friend. "It's crazy!"
I'm groaning internally - we're in the middle of this store. His friend is younger, but roughly the same size. But I know he's a little athlete.
"Go on then, get it out of your system," I mumble.
"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure I can hit harder than him." Kudos to the kid for warning me. So he has an attempt, and I must confess... that kid is fucking strong!
But he hurts his hand, striking just below my diaphragm. I just rub my tummy and go "Huh, good punch." They both stare at me. :D
It's called working out, folks. I don't do it often enough, but I certainly did my share of ab workouts when I was... well, those of you who know, know. I really need to get back into it...
"Did that really not hurt?!" demanded the athlete.
I just shrug and keep going. I did burp though.
You see, I'd only just before finished breakfast, and I'm pretty sure I still have a screwed up stomach from all the ale I drank two nights ago. He didn't hurt me, but he totally gave me gas. >_>
I think I'm gonna hold back on the booze for a little while. It doesn't seem to cause me any real problems aside from stomach issues; considering I eat vindaloo as if it's peanut butter, I think it's pretty telling that just a few beers is messing with me.
Also, I think I can now confirm that Gary's nose would have hurt like all hell. Make no mistake, if I wasn't ready for it...
Oh, and I'm willing to be silly now and then, but I don't recommend you let people hit your stomach to show off. This happened a lot at my old high school - even if you have rock solid abs, unless (and maybe even if) you're conditioned properly, you can still bruise, and that's mildly annoying. It also looks terrible if you go to the beach.
Finally, best thing I've read all week:
(A hacker is contemplating how to leave a message for his friend to let him know he plans on working on his computer overnight - he can't call, can't email, and can't drop by so) "... the easiest thing to do is to hack his display manager and leave him a message."
I just imagine the mailman picking my lock and handing me my mail in the shower.
5 years, 11 months ago
22 Dec 2012 05:43 CET