bapu
James,
 
Did they pay for cleaning of your clothes?

Nah to be honest I didn't want to hang around the place after seeing the kitchen. So I did my angry little exchange with the owner during the walk through the store front (he was NOT happy about me exposing his dirty kitchen to everyone waiting in line) and walked home. Threw the clothes straight in the wash. 

Beepster I'm not looking but now would be the time to 'moon' the forum..

It's really quite interesting that beepster chose to share this news with us!

@sharke...
 
My aversion to eating out came from working in kitchens. Seen sum t'ings, brudda.
 
:-/
 
@Sheanes...
 
I'll refer you to one of my earlier posts...
 
"nobody wants that"
 
 
 
 
 
 
especially considering i am also french canadian... with all the associated fur... and i'm a dood...

eph221
It's really quite interesting that beepster chose to share this news with us!

Thrill a minute in the Beepster household I tellz ya.

Beepster

Mesh
No shoes?
No shirt?
No pants?
No eating.
 
It might not matter at the bar though...... 

The real life lesson I took away from that experience was... there's a reason the lights are so low in "gentleman's" clubs.

Very true.  The best "talent" I ever saw were non-nude "dancers".  Classy background for a few drinks.
 
The others make me instantly feel sorrow for them, wonder how horrible their lives must be for them to be doing what they're doing.  Not very entertaining IMO.
 
If you drop a quarter, do NOT pick it up ... just sayin'

Beepster

bapu
When my grandson was about 5 he told his Mom "Bapu works with no pants on".
 
For the record I worked from home at the time.

Your grandkritters call you Bapu?
 
Interdasting.

I may not recall it exactly word for word, but our beloved bass slapper's forum signature when he first joined our esteemed ranks was: My grandson calls me 'Bapu' - you can call me that or 'Ed'
 
Hence our occasional penchant for addressing the old four string squeezer as "ThatOrEd" ....
 
 
 
.... it probably seemed a tad more droll at the time.

 
Beep, as to your impending undershreddie conundrum...
 
... the correct technique for assessing whether or not one's undercrackers are too malodorously pungent for human consumption is none too dissimilar to the tried and testing method for ascertaining whether one's spaghetti is cooked to perfection or not. In other words, sling 'em at the wall and if'n they stick, it's time to change to a less polluted pair.
 
 
 
Or..........
 
 
.......... maybe you could just hand wash them.
 
 
 
HTH 
 
 

SteveStrummerUK
I may not recall it exactly word for word, but our beloved bass slapper's forum signature when he first joined our esteemed ranks was: My grandson calls me 'Bapu' - you can call me that or 'Ed'
 

That is/was it word for word (except maybe it was grandsons).
 
And yes, it was droll at the time.

Heh heh. Straummy said "esteemed" wrt this place.