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Well, do you feel threatened that others may receive the same rights that you take for granted?

(Assuming, of course, that you are a cisgendered heterosexual and/or an attack helicopter).
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

A hillbilly?
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Middle management, born and bred?
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

In addition, I do not own a single pocket square.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Mid-grey, meaning they are not dark, yet are not light. There are, of course multiple shades of grey.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Would you prefer a detailed itemisation?

Of course, those are the suits, shirts and pants I currently fit into.I also have an entire wardrobe for my more corpulent periods.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

I remember when games were packaged with enough geegaws to turn one's house into a nicknackatory.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Phantom_Nook posted...

Oh God, the horror!!!

What happened to Superman's face?

He recently heard about Jared.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Never fear, my dear boy. Death comes for all, and by all probability you will outlive them all.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Was The Mask fresh onto VCR?
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

After reading the topic creator's post (I have committed that most grievous sin of posting before reading).

I possess:

Eight full suits (jacket and trousers)
- 4 in mid-grey
-1 in light grey
-1 in charcoal
-2 in navy

Fourteen independent pairs of trousers

Two tuxedos (one is Dior)

Seven sports jackets/blazers

One tails coat

Six plain white shirts
Four cream shirts
Four patterned white and blue shirts
Eight patterned black and white shirts
Four patterned navy shirts
A number of miscellaneous shirts
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Who?
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Do you recall this song when it was new?
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

As many as his occupation and social standing require.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Anisoptera posted...

What do you do when a rude customer asks a rhetorical question about why service is being slow?

Give them a detailed response.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

When I was a retail serf, my customer service was always impeccable. Nonetheless, there were always rude swine. Of course, more often than not if they had an ounce of class, my witty, erudite and deliberately obsequious ripostes would send them reeling.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

I typically give up drinking the morning after a great night out.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Awoo.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

"Thess ess mahy buhyfrend Tah-nur"
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Judging by his expression, he had been placed in a round room and told to sit in the corner.

I suspect he may be a labrador. Gorgeous to look at, but would lose in a battle of wits with a brick.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Not particularly.

When making a particularly large purchase I will visit the store/show room on a weekend dressed in my casual attire and then a week or so later after work, in my weekday attire.

If the retail serf who looked somewhat disdainfully upon me on the weekend fawns over me during the week, I will take my business elsewhere.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

My dear boy, in this day and age every man and his dog works on a computer. We still manage to avoid attempting to build a Freddy add to dictonary Glove. Mayhap it is a glove worn by the lackey of a lexicographer.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

I have not played a Street Fighter game since the days of Third Strike.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

My dear boy, perhaps you should stop touching it then.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

I would have preferred Christopher Marlowe, to be perfectly honest.

Of course, that would mean that there would be an obligatory Gimlet-making minigame.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

I still occasionally get asked to produce a proof-of-age when buying my weekend tipple on a Friday afternoon. This was irksome at first, although now I find it somewhat amusing for two reasons. Firstly, I am no longer eighteen. Secondly, I doubt many under-eighteens would decide that their underage drink of choice would be Laphroaig Quarter Cask.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Crazyman93 posted...

Vol2tex posted...

Pop that corset off and she'll inflate like an emergency raft.

I would quite happily remove the clasps with my teeth.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

That game is a prime example of a management team killing a game studio.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

What, pray tell, is a Freddy Add to dictionary Glove?
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

I have only been on three dates with someone I had met through an online dating site.

The first was pleasant. We had a great deal in common, watched a foreign film and unanimously decided that friendship was more likely than anything else.

The second was the most glaring example of "MySpace angle" I have ever witnessed. Online she appeared somewhat plain, albeit with an interesting personality. In person, she was pear-shaped and had an overbite that would have made Freddy Mercury proud. We had coffee, and her opening conversational gambit was to ask my star sign and wax lyrical about the accuracy of astrology. At a loss for what to do after said coffee, we wandered. Our wander led us to a park, where she insisted on reading my tarot. She then told me about the interesting people she had met through attending Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous meetings. Although I enjoyed the walk, I did not message or speak to her again. Months later, I received a text message from her saying that she had "accidentally" signed me up to the Alcoholics Anonymous news letter.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Shall do.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

One may as well ask "what is the best sexually transmitted infection?"
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

So, essentially you became a casual worker?
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

The Crux Ansata shall be particularly cleansing and shall protect you from harmful energies*.

*Excluding kinetic energy in high-speed collisions.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

3khc posted...

You're the juggernaut bitch

Now, that is a meme that deserves a resurrection.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

If you do not mind me asking, how long ago was this abuse, my dear boy?
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Great party, where's Sally?

Honestly though, Current Events, don't you know who I am?
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Poisson sans boisson -- c'est poison!
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Then it is not bad.

You may change your mind later, but then that decision may be right for you. For now, enjoy your independence.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Sad. Trump twitter usage definitely acceptable. Even presidents need days off.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Do you feel that it is bad?
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.

Embrace the rage, my dear boy. Let the cortisol levels shave hour after hour off your general life expectancy.

I regularly slow down for tailgaters. Over the last few months I have been dabbling in operant conditioning with a furry-knuckled simpleton who tends to drive to work at the same time as Yours Truly. He has almost, but not quite grasped the concept that if he creeps up to my back bumper, I will cease adhering to the speed limit and begin slowing down.
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One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. And I found her bitter. And I cursed her.