Posted on 07/13/2021 1:01:05 PM PDT by DallasBiff
Was at a local restaurant for breakfast/lunch today and I was looking at the menu, another party, of one white grown male with a very Oak Lawn Dallas accent and a pink shirt, and what looked like with two foster children, was very loud, were seated.
The two male foster kids(I surmise) were not amused.
We didn’t have helmets back then.
We had banana bikes and Evel Knievel jump ramps we made from rotten plywood scrounged from the junk pile, rusty nails and all.
And we liked it.
Perfect
Was the guy smelling his fingers a lot?
PINK SHIRT
According to ancient customs in Thailand, there is an astrological rule (which has influence from Hindu mythology) that assigns a color to each day of the week based on the color of the God who protects the day or Navagraha.[1]:22
Tuesday is Pink Day
Please, tell the ‘creepy noodles’ story.
Well, to put this story in geographical context, both incidents happened in San Jose. There are some good Vietnamese noodle houses and for the uninitiated, they are known as Phuc Noodles.
phục vụ các món ăn Việt Nam đậm đà hương vị quê nhà.
and Pho King Good Noodles
https://businessreviews.cloud/business/pho-king-good-noodle-and-tea-bar-san-jose-2
Anyways... one day I was waiting for a pair of prescription glasses, decided to go into a Pho Noodles shop and order the Crispy Noodles, #23. Waitress barely understood enough english for me to point to #23.
She says, “you wan Creepy Noodle”.
I say: “Crispy Noodles”.
She say: “It pronounce Creepy Noodle”.
I almost didn’t go through with the order, knowing that if I got sick then people would say that I shoulda known better.
That’s when you know immigration has gone way too far, when someone from another culture tells you that the OBVIOUS mispronunciation of an item is the proper pronunciation.
Yup. I woke up on the way to the hospital after failing to make a proper Evel Kneivel bike landing.
Ever since then I’ve had an irrational fear of rickety bike jumps made out of wood on concrete. Whoda thunk?
He is, down thread...:D
I was including his three word sentence in the first comment.
I’m from Texas.....and, that is NOT Texan 😂
Do you wear a pink shirt? Are you loud?
ahh
That was worth the wait.
:D
“Yup. I woke up on the way to the hospital after failing to make a proper Evel Kneivel bike landing.”
Could be worse, one of my friends landed hard after his seat fell off. Ouch!
Wait a minute, Texas is the home of the Texas Rangers, THE Lone Ranger, and so many macho traditions and legends. We all know cowboys didn’t boink one another out on the trail; they merely sang endless cowboy songs around the campfire, and fiddled a bit. And now I hear people with Oak Lawn, Dallas accents are flaming? Oh, the disillusionment!
I’m a little disappointed that no one blamed this incident on Global Warming.
English to Klingon translator
https://www.translator.eu/english/klingon/translation/
/ vIcheghpu’bogh SuvwI’ vImojchoHmoH’a’, joHwI’, vIqeltaHvIS, muSHa’ghach’e’ neH poH’e’.
ghu’vam vISaw’be’ ‘e’ vISovbe’.
Well, right there was your problem...the concrete.
We hick kids didn’t have concrete to ride on so the rides usually started up in gramma’s back yard, went down the savage hill over the jump positioned at the narrow barbwire strewn gate, into the pasture and ended in the [hopefully empty] vernal pond.
And then you had to get up and outrun the enraged cows.
[it was just the same in winter, but with sleds and the pond was frozen over, hopefully enough to keep you from crashing through]
:)
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