Last night my neighbours were playing really loud volka, around 2:00 am. It was driving me nuts, so I dragged myself out of bed, pulled on some clothes, and found my way to their apartment. I knocked on the door and a purple-haired older woman opened the door. She laughed excitedly, said something in Volvolish, and pulled me in.
Young men were performing what I'd guess was traditional Volvolish break-dancing. Attractive young women were standing in a circle around them, clapping and singing in Volvolish. The purple-haired older woman loudly made an announcement, and everybody stopped and looked at me, waiting expectantly. A fat guy with an accordion started playing a most nasty-sounding Volka number and the older women pushed me, as if to prod me to dance. They all cheered, so what the heck-a-doodle, I did some moves I learned in Western Guilao. A gorgeous young woman joined me, shaking her booty.
Suddenly, a tall anvil-jawed man shouted angrily and grabbed me by the shoulders, then shoved me, shouting in Volvolish. I said, "What the hell?" He looked at me, baffled, and said, "What, you no speak Volvolish! What you doing at Vovolish wedding dance, you mudder-bucker. Don't get sex to my fiance!" I replied, "Look, I just came to ask you to turn down the volume to your nasty ethnic music." This just infuriated him. Just then, there was a loud banging on the door. The older woman opened it, and two cops greeted her. I took this opportunity to leave, taking a second to thank the police officers.
Adam_Fulford wrote:
I replied, "Look, I just came to ask you to turn down the volume to your nasty ethnic music." This just infuriated him.
Gosh, I can't imagine why.
They all cheered, so what the heck-a-doodle, I did some moves I learned in China. A gorgeous young woman joined me, shaking her booty.
[hr style="width: 100%; height: 2px;"]Oh god, AF. Why in the world would you join them if you wanted them to turn down their music so that you could get some sleep. I sure wouldn't. It wouldn't justify you telling them to turn it down later.
[FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"]That was fiction, in case anybody got too upset with my, er, charming anecdote. I portraying meat-headed ignorance:[/FONT]
Young men were performing what I'd guess was traditional Volvolish break-dancing. Attractive young women were standing in a circle around them, clapping
"traditional Volvolish break-dancing". [FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"]I amused myself with this phrase. Breakdancing came out in the late 70's/early 80's![/FONT]
I replied, "Look, I just came to ask you to turn down the volume to your nasty ethnic music." This just infuriated him. [FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"]I would never truly think, never mind say, something so ignorant.[/FONT]
Hey Adam! Could you post a picture of yourself? I'd like to rate it here.
THANKS!(//forums/richedit/smileys/Teasing/12.gif)
Adam_Fulford wrote:
That was fiction, in case anybody got too upset with my, er, charming anecdote.
An anecdote is usually funny.
Ah, you're back. You never answered my question -- do you wear a dress when you write in drag?
purelife wrote:
Hey Adam! Could you post a picture of yourself? I'd like to rate it here.
THANKS!(//forums/richedit/smileys/Teasing/12.gif)
I don't think that would be a terribly good idea, seeing how you're laughing and all. Anyway, I prefer to work behind the camera. Not into getting all self-conscious about how I look at this angle or that angle.
Madam_Fulford wrote:
Adam_Fulford wrote:
That was fiction, in case anybody got too upset with my, er, charming anecdote.
An anecdote is usually funny.
[hr style="width: 100%; height: 2px;"][span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"]Raging Poodle, iz dat u? [/size]
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