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Originally Posted by Wetdogeared
We better stay well outside the 200 mile limit; away from those curious dogs with the acute sense of smell.
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We'll be outside, alright. We're heading across... "Mr Sulu, plot a course for, ... WEST~!" "Any place in particular, captain?" "I'll know it when I see it. Engage!"
I always get my pacing mixed up... acute, A Cute... a seemingly unimportant difference. You tell a dog he's got an acute sense of smell, he understands you. You tell a dog he got a cute sense of smell, and he thanks you. You tell a woman she's got acute angina, she wallops you with her purse and then calls for re-enforcements.
I guess that's better than the time I (quite innocently) told a woman in line in front of me that her butt-crack was hanging out. She ignored me until I thought out loud "that would make a good pencil holder. Lots o' room, but it'll hold 'em tight. She was not amused. I should have opened with asking her if she's a plumber.... a better lead-in. I think my favorite conscious faux pas has been when in the midst of a brain-lock-up, the only thing I could think to say to a pretty lady was, "uh... you know, if those were speakers, for that size, the proper distance would be 6 to 12 feet apart.