What has your "friend" been up to?
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My friend’s neighbour likes to keep herself to herself and doesn’t really speak to anyone, which suits my friend just fine. Regrettably, he fears that he has sealed the deal on that front while installing a fancy android headunit into his compact executive saloon.
He found himself in a spot of great frustration at a particularly troublesome trim clip and, unaware that she had just arrived home and was traversing her driveway, exclaimed at a volume he is not proud of: “just go in you stupid German
”.
He does not believe that his neighbour is German but is still mortified.
He found himself in a spot of great frustration at a particularly troublesome trim clip and, unaware that she had just arrived home and was traversing her driveway, exclaimed at a volume he is not proud of: “just go in you stupid German
”. He does not believe that his neighbour is German but is still mortified.
My friend and his Mrs were looking after their grandson late last week and him and my friend started telling jokes to each other, ones along the lines of "what is X's' favourite kind of Y".
My friend without really taking his grandson's young age into account came out with "what is a terrorists favourite kind of breakfast?".
Predictably he didn't get it and that was the end of that, however my friend has not long been informed by the boys mother that over the weekend he threw a bit of a strop in the local shop as they didn't sell said breakfast item and that he wanted to try some other places in case they did, cue one upset child and a stressed out mother - opps!
My friend is going to think twice before cracking jokes again and hopes his grandson either works out the joke or forgets the punchline as my friend has no idea where on earth he will find a box of Tali-Bran Flakes......
My friend without really taking his grandson's young age into account came out with "what is a terrorists favourite kind of breakfast?".
Predictably he didn't get it and that was the end of that, however my friend has not long been informed by the boys mother that over the weekend he threw a bit of a strop in the local shop as they didn't sell said breakfast item and that he wanted to try some other places in case they did, cue one upset child and a stressed out mother - opps!
My friend is going to think twice before cracking jokes again and hopes his grandson either works out the joke or forgets the punchline as my friend has no idea where on earth he will find a box of Tali-Bran Flakes......
ConfusedNotConfused said:
Apologies for the new ID - im not too comfortable posting this under my own account (reasons will become apparent) - and I can't start a new thread for this and this seems the next best place for it.
A good friend of mine that I have known for many years (nearly 20) has recently started volunteering in a care home (pre-corona), he's always been a nice enough guy and had a good laugh with on nights out, stag do's and whathaveyou.
Until a couple of years back he was married (it didn't last long, she was a nutcase on every level - and 'thankfully' for his sake pulled a Cincinnati switcheroo while dogging with her so the kids aren't his) and since the split has started to get a extremely 'weird'. He has always liked an older woman and when we first started working together and having nights out he just seemed to enjoy the company of cougars and regularly pulled and rattled women in their 50s most weeks but as we've all got older so has his appetite.
He's one of those guys that I can only describe as fun to have around but probably best at arms length. He recently told a few of us at a socially distant bubble-bbq he has started seeing someone at the care home. We all assumed it was one of the care assistants (all the nurse uniform with all the council traits - what's not to love), but no - its a resident.
According to him she is in her early 90s (he is 41) and is reasonably wealthy and in somewhat poor health. He started talking about when lockdown was initiated he pretty much moved into the home as a live-in volunteer helper/dogsbody and started to get close to her chatting about her life and kids (that are all older than he is by some way). He is now getting all sorts of sexual favours off her and he reckons its given her a "final hurrah" - he got really graphic about her and you could tell he was getting excited by it.
I have been quite uncomfortable with this and what he has been saying as it sounds like he just wants into her will and is abusing his position. I went to ring the care home a couple of times but what do you say?? I confronted him about it and he is adamant he is doing nothing wrong (she isn't mentally incapacitated) and that enjoying each others company is normal and natural.
Ive stopped replying to his whatsapp messages but dont know what to do for the best!
Are they still together?A good friend of mine that I have known for many years (nearly 20) has recently started volunteering in a care home (pre-corona), he's always been a nice enough guy and had a good laugh with on nights out, stag do's and whathaveyou.
Until a couple of years back he was married (it didn't last long, she was a nutcase on every level - and 'thankfully' for his sake pulled a Cincinnati switcheroo while dogging with her so the kids aren't his) and since the split has started to get a extremely 'weird'. He has always liked an older woman and when we first started working together and having nights out he just seemed to enjoy the company of cougars and regularly pulled and rattled women in their 50s most weeks but as we've all got older so has his appetite.
He's one of those guys that I can only describe as fun to have around but probably best at arms length. He recently told a few of us at a socially distant bubble-bbq he has started seeing someone at the care home. We all assumed it was one of the care assistants (all the nurse uniform with all the council traits - what's not to love), but no - its a resident.
According to him she is in her early 90s (he is 41) and is reasonably wealthy and in somewhat poor health. He started talking about when lockdown was initiated he pretty much moved into the home as a live-in volunteer helper/dogsbody and started to get close to her chatting about her life and kids (that are all older than he is by some way). He is now getting all sorts of sexual favours off her and he reckons its given her a "final hurrah" - he got really graphic about her and you could tell he was getting excited by it.
I have been quite uncomfortable with this and what he has been saying as it sounds like he just wants into her will and is abusing his position. I went to ring the care home a couple of times but what do you say?? I confronted him about it and he is adamant he is doing nothing wrong (she isn't mentally incapacitated) and that enjoying each others company is normal and natural.
Ive stopped replying to his whatsapp messages but dont know what to do for the best!
Hang on, didn't CNC post that about his friend last year some time?
Surely there must be an update?
Anyway, my friend is confounded by his Trabant. It's been running beautifully but has a thirst like a Swede on a stag night. It only has a 24 litre tank and is going through a tank at a rate of every 100 miles or so. Which is insane for a 600cc two stroke he thinks. He's beginning to think his 4.2 litre supercharged Rangey is more economical to run.
So today my friend was talking to another friend who used to spanner for a local chap in his local rally days back in the 70s and 80s and he reckoned Trabitha might be sucking air from somewhere. So my friend has spent a 'pleasant' hour on his back in his garage blinding himself with his LED spotlight. He reports that yes, there appeared to be some oily unburnt fluid on the bottom of the carburettor. He said it was great fun angling a 13mm spanner into each side of the carburettor in order to tighten up her nuts (just like a Thai 'hostess'). He managed half a turn and one grazed knuckle on the exhaust side and eventually about a full turn and two grazed knuckles on the alternator side. He says she is running just the same, but time will tell. My friend then pondered whether a 1980 Trabant is OK on this E10 petrol, bearing in mind his handbook says "runnen only on guten fuelenmittag of 87ron or better bitte". He thinks superunleaded might be akin to the 90 year old aforementioned getting a rabbit from Ann Summers. But as he says, a candle always burns brightest just before it goes out.
Surely there must be an update?
Anyway, my friend is confounded by his Trabant. It's been running beautifully but has a thirst like a Swede on a stag night. It only has a 24 litre tank and is going through a tank at a rate of every 100 miles or so. Which is insane for a 600cc two stroke he thinks. He's beginning to think his 4.2 litre supercharged Rangey is more economical to run.
So today my friend was talking to another friend who used to spanner for a local chap in his local rally days back in the 70s and 80s and he reckoned Trabitha might be sucking air from somewhere. So my friend has spent a 'pleasant' hour on his back in his garage blinding himself with his LED spotlight. He reports that yes, there appeared to be some oily unburnt fluid on the bottom of the carburettor. He said it was great fun angling a 13mm spanner into each side of the carburettor in order to tighten up her nuts (just like a Thai 'hostess'). He managed half a turn and one grazed knuckle on the exhaust side and eventually about a full turn and two grazed knuckles on the alternator side. He says she is running just the same, but time will tell. My friend then pondered whether a 1980 Trabant is OK on this E10 petrol, bearing in mind his handbook says "runnen only on guten fuelenmittag of 87ron or better bitte". He thinks superunleaded might be akin to the 90 year old aforementioned getting a rabbit from Ann Summers. But as he says, a candle always burns brightest just before it goes out.
My friend has broken an exhaust mount on his car again, having recently just welded up one. He had to endure a couple of hours drive in the car whilst it rattled, annoying his wife who spent the journey berating his welding, looking up local welding courses.
Apparently when my friend looked he shouldn't have pointed out it was the other side to the one he welded. Neither apparently should he have spent 'a fortune' on some stainless bar, nuts, washers and rose joints and should just have welded up the other side....
Apparently when my friend looked he shouldn't have pointed out it was the other side to the one he welded. Neither apparently should he have spent 'a fortune' on some stainless bar, nuts, washers and rose joints and should just have welded up the other side....
Tyre Smoke said:
Hang on, didn't CNC post that about his friend last year some time?
Surely there must be an update?
Anyway, my friend is confounded by his Trabant. It's been running beautifully but has a thirst like a Swede on a stag night. It only has a 24 litre tank and is going through a tank at a rate of every 100 miles or so. Which is insane for a 600cc two stroke he thinks. He's beginning to think his 4.2 litre supercharged Rangey is more economical to run.
So today my friend was talking to another friend who used to spanner for a local chap in his local rally days back in the 70s and 80s and he reckoned Trabitha might be sucking air from somewhere. So my friend has spent a 'pleasant' hour on his back in his garage blinding himself with his LED spotlight. He reports that yes, there appeared to be some oily unburnt fluid on the bottom of the carburettor. He said it was great fun angling a 13mm spanner into each side of the carburettor in order to tighten up her nuts (just like a Thai 'hostess'). He managed half a turn and one grazed knuckle on the exhaust side and eventually about a full turn and two grazed knuckles on the alternator side. He says she is running just the same, but time will tell. My friend then pondered whether a 1980 Trabant is OK on this E10 petrol, bearing in mind his handbook says "runnen only on guten fuelenmittag of 87ron or better bitte". He thinks superunleaded might be akin to the 90 year old aforementioned getting a rabbit from Ann Summers. But as he says, a candle always burns brightest just before it goes out.
My friend's Trabant, called Tischbier by his Mrs, averages approx 40mpg and that was him thrashing it at a constant 60-65 mph on the dual carriageway. He only knew this once he got to his destination 75 miles away and measured the tank - it never dawned on him during the journey that he had no idea how much fuel was in the tank, as he wasn't for stopping to check and just assumed all was well.Surely there must be an update?
Anyway, my friend is confounded by his Trabant. It's been running beautifully but has a thirst like a Swede on a stag night. It only has a 24 litre tank and is going through a tank at a rate of every 100 miles or so. Which is insane for a 600cc two stroke he thinks. He's beginning to think his 4.2 litre supercharged Rangey is more economical to run.
So today my friend was talking to another friend who used to spanner for a local chap in his local rally days back in the 70s and 80s and he reckoned Trabitha might be sucking air from somewhere. So my friend has spent a 'pleasant' hour on his back in his garage blinding himself with his LED spotlight. He reports that yes, there appeared to be some oily unburnt fluid on the bottom of the carburettor. He said it was great fun angling a 13mm spanner into each side of the carburettor in order to tighten up her nuts (just like a Thai 'hostess'). He managed half a turn and one grazed knuckle on the exhaust side and eventually about a full turn and two grazed knuckles on the alternator side. He says she is running just the same, but time will tell. My friend then pondered whether a 1980 Trabant is OK on this E10 petrol, bearing in mind his handbook says "runnen only on guten fuelenmittag of 87ron or better bitte". He thinks superunleaded might be akin to the 90 year old aforementioned getting a rabbit from Ann Summers. But as he says, a candle always burns brightest just before it goes out.
He had some fun in his Trabi a fortnight ago when it dropped what he thought was water onto his left foot. He couldn't understand where the liquid was coming from - a dry day, air-cooled engine, very confusing. Until he hit the brake pedal, upon when he discovered it was the master cylinder and he now had no brakes.
My friend who is on his second work trip abroad since coronashennanigans commenced.
He was pleased that unlike the first time he remembered his power adapters, and was even more pleased that he had transferred his driving licence (for the hire car) to his newish wallet
He did check this for the first time when he was on the aircraft.
He also forgot how dull it is driving in Denmark.
He was pleased that unlike the first time he remembered his power adapters, and was even more pleased that he had transferred his driving licence (for the hire car) to his newish wallet
He did check this for the first time when he was on the aircraft.
He also forgot how dull it is driving in Denmark.
My friend was on a site visit this morning to a social housing block of flats, he said he was stood in the back yard of this block taking photos of a window that needed replacing when the blind shot up and there was stood a very hefty woman wearing just her bra and knickers. He said he didn’t know who was more shocked, him or the heifer so he said he made a sharp exit.
RammyMP said:
My friend was on a site visit this morning to a social housing block of flats, he said he was stood in the back yard of this block taking photos of a window that needed replacing when the blind shot up and there was stood a very hefty woman wearing just her bra and knickers. He said he didn’t know who was more shocked, him or the heifer so he said he made a sharp exit.
Come on, he had a camera at the ready; there must be photos! Perhaps he gould go back with a tin of custard.RammyMP said:
RammyMP said:
Yes, you don’t want photos, it wasn’t like confessions of a window cleaner!
…Apparently
One chap obviously decided we weren't to be trusted and whenever his wife used the bathroom he would go outside and sit in his car so he could keep an eye on us Red9zero said:
When I were a lad, working for my Father's roofing company, we often had jobs next to bathroom windows. Many times the lady of the house would choose to bathe or shower while we were working. The glass was always frosted, so you could only see a vague outline of a female form, but it was enough for an 18 year old roofer One chap obviously decided we weren't to be trusted and whenever his wife used the bathroom he would go outside and sit in his car so he could keep an eye on us
And, whilst this was going on, what was your friend up to? One chap obviously decided we weren't to be trusted and whenever his wife used the bathroom he would go outside and sit in his car so he could keep an eye on us talksthetorque said:
My friend was today asked by his better half to put a shelf up on the wall of their recently moved in to apartment “at about head height”
The shelf is up and he said that he has confirmed it is at the required height.
Your pal will be in trouble when his wife does the same thing. The shelf is up and he said that he has confirmed it is at the required height.
CharlesdeGaulle said:
talksthetorque said:
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