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Dudes, we need to start the Juventuz Hair Club for Men thread. 
Best non-sequitur I've read all week.
That's awesome. What I don't get, however, is how you can "claim" a 10-pack of XXXL underpants? Is it because they were watching Juve vs. Lazio, and Lazio losing to Juve in the final minutes made them have an "accident" where they crapped in their pants 10 times?
I have a non-work story about XXXL underpants, however. An old Canadian housemate headed out to Europe for a few weeks, and so myself and another Canadian ex-housemate of mine conspired. You see, with the first guy leaving for Europe, the second was going to housesit and stay closer to a conference going on that week. We used it as an opportunity to go binge shopping at the discount store, leaving some 20 pairs of XXXL women's underpants strewn about his apartment for when he returned -- just to get the rumors to fly on what the second guy was doing in his apartment while he was out.
For a month the guy came back and found gigantic women's underwear in his dishwasher, on his balcony railing outside, in his medicine cabinet, jammed in his mailbox, etc.
Best non-sequitur I've read all week.
That's awesome. What I don't get, however, is how you can "claim" a 10-pack of XXXL underpants? Is it because they were watching Juve vs. Lazio, and Lazio losing to Juve in the final minutes made them have an "accident" where they crapped in their pants 10 times?I have a non-work story about XXXL underpants, however. An old Canadian housemate headed out to Europe for a few weeks, and so myself and another Canadian ex-housemate of mine conspired. You see, with the first guy leaving for Europe, the second was going to housesit and stay closer to a conference going on that week. We used it as an opportunity to go binge shopping at the discount store, leaving some 20 pairs of XXXL women's underpants strewn about his apartment for when he returned -- just to get the rumors to fly on what the second guy was doing in his apartment while he was out.
For a month the guy came back and found gigantic women's underwear in his dishwasher, on his balcony railing outside, in his medicine cabinet, jammed in his mailbox, etc.
Dudes, we need to start the Juventuz Hair Club for Men thread.
Best non-sequitur I've read all week.
That's awesome. What I don't get, however, is how you can "claim" a 10-pack of XXXL underpants? Is it because they were watching Juve vs. Lazio, and Lazio losing to Juve in the final minutes made them have an "accident" where they crapped in their pants 10 times?
I have a non-work story about XXXL underpants, however. An old Canadian housemate headed out to Europe for a few weeks, and so myself and another Canadian ex-housemate of mine conspired. You see, with the first guy leaving for Europe, the second was going to housesit and stay closer to a conference going on that week. We used it as an opportunity to go binge shopping at the discount store, leaving some 20 pairs of XXXL women's underpants strewn about his apartment for when he returned -- just to get the rumors to fly on what the second guy was doing in his apartment while he was out.
For a month the guy came back and found gigantic women's underwear in his dishwasher, on his balcony railing outside, in his medicine cabinet, jammed in his mailbox, etc.
Best non-sequitur I've read all week.
That's awesome. What I don't get, however, is how you can "claim" a 10-pack of XXXL underpants? Is it because they were watching Juve vs. Lazio, and Lazio losing to Juve in the final minutes made them have an "accident" where they crapped in their pants 10 times?I have a non-work story about XXXL underpants, however. An old Canadian housemate headed out to Europe for a few weeks, and so myself and another Canadian ex-housemate of mine conspired. You see, with the first guy leaving for Europe, the second was going to housesit and stay closer to a conference going on that week. We used it as an opportunity to go binge shopping at the discount store, leaving some 20 pairs of XXXL women's underpants strewn about his apartment for when he returned -- just to get the rumors to fly on what the second guy was doing in his apartment while he was out.
For a month the guy came back and found gigantic women's underwear in his dishwasher, on his balcony railing outside, in his medicine cabinet, jammed in his mailbox, etc.
People use it on the lamest things, I would claim travel or diamonds. And that is excellent. When we left one of our student houses we left fish behind the radiators.
That's the thing, you can claim anything at all (except handguns). It normally only applies to CEOs People use it on the lamest things, I would claim travel or diamonds.
And that is excellent. When we left one of our student houses we left fish behind the radiators.
People use it on the lamest things, I would claim travel or diamonds. And that is excellent. When we left one of our student houses we left fish behind the radiators.
The best part was when we carried one of these life-size tin foil aliens across the streets of San Francisco (and people drove by almost as if not noticing) and stuck one in the trunk of his car. I don't think I had ever laughed so hard in my life. There were liquids shooting from my eyes that I could not identify.
And the story ends with the guy getting back, laughing halfheartedly at our alien invasion, only to drive his boss to the office the next day. And when his boss asked to put his briefcase in the trunk of his car, it opened like the trunk in Repo Man and his boss could only say, "WTF is that!?!"
Of course, the legendary follow-up of this spy vs. spy tale was when the other Canadian ex-housemate left the country and the former Canadian ex-housemate housesat his place in SF. He got the inspiration to buy reams of aluminum foil from the local Costco and make silver aliens out of it. I joined in (how I managed to escape both their retributions, I don't know), and we redid his bed like an alien autopsy operating table, etc. Here's an infamous picture of me taken by that friend of mine:
The best part was when we carried one of these life-size tin foil aliens across the streets of San Francisco (and people drove by almost as if not noticing) and stuck one in the trunk of his car. I don't think I had ever laughed so hard in my life. There were liquids shooting from my eyes that I could not identify.
And the story ends with the guy getting back, laughing halfheartedly at our alien invasion, only to drive his boss to the office the next day. And when his boss asked to put his briefcase in the trunk of his car, it opened like the trunk in Repo Man and was like, "WTF is that!?!"
The best part was when we carried one of these life-size tin foil aliens across the streets of San Francisco (and people drove by almost as if not noticing) and stuck one in the trunk of his car. I don't think I had ever laughed so hard in my life. There were liquids shooting from my eyes that I could not identify.
And the story ends with the guy getting back, laughing halfheartedly at our alien invasion, only to drive his boss to the office the next day. And when his boss asked to put his briefcase in the trunk of his car, it opened like the trunk in Repo Man and was like, "WTF is that!?!"
I have had many opportunities to housesit, but I never came up with any ideas like this!
