No Deep End

"If that person was a pool, there would be no deep end"
~Monsieur Moi

The Mainlander Finally Speaks!

The mainlander and few coworkers were talking about ironing shirts.  I professed my distaste for it while another said he loved it.  An uninvited "trucker" of a person then chimed in, in quite an annoying Mr.know-it-all voice, that he buys no-iron dress shirts to avoid such drudgery.

While all of us figuratively rolled our eyes at this person's uninvited outburst, the mainlander held fast.  Without beating an eye, holding a look of disgust, the mainlander turned to this gent of arrested development and said:  "[These type of shirts] Looks like the skin on your ball."

It took us two seconds of silent contemplation to realize the reference.  Needless to say, we were all on the floor laughing.  It's been a good long while since the mainlander pontificated and shared his opinions.  I, for one, am glad he hasn't changed!

The Annoying Confucius

Aaron Kim
Barry Kim
Chong-Tae Kim
Lie-peu Kim
Linus Kim
Martin Kim
Sam Kim
Richard Kim
Walter Kim

One of these Kims annoyed me quite significantly this past weekend with his clueless decision to double-book our lunch so that he could go to Guelph with another vertically challenged friend.  True to his gentlemanly self, he called immediately to apologize for his brazen, selfish, inconsiderate, abominable, and heinous act.  I took pity and called off the North Korean Secret Assassination squad.  His life is safe...for now.

And no, this is not intended for him to read.  No, not at all.  And no, his first name doesn't rhyme with one of the past UofT President's last name.  Below is a picture of Richard Kim (as shown when one does a google image search of a Richard Kim).

Interesting Political-Ethnic Joke

These four guys were walking down the street, a Saudi, a Russian, a North Korean, and a New Yorker.
A reporter comes running up and says, "Excuse me, what is your opinion about the meat shortage?"
The Saudi says, "Excuse me, what's a shortage?"
The Russian says, "Excuse me, what's meat?"
The North Korean says, "Excuse me, what's an opinion?"
The New Yorker, says, "Excuse me? What's excuse me?

I've heard different versions of this joke. Here's the other version:

A Japanese, North Korean and South Korean are at a restaurant.
The waiter approaches and says:  "Excuse me, there's no more meat."
The Japanese looks at the waiter and asks, "What's 'no more'?"
The North Korean asks, "What's meat?"
The South Korean asks, "What's excuse me?"

Of course, this was told to me by a certain Japanese ex-gf who enjoyed such repartee so it's very possible she read the original and tweaked the joke as a shot against the better looking, more industrious, less militant, friendlier, passionate, athletic, talented, South Koreans - right Sayuri-san? ;-)