Talking my language here party. Had to put up with this **** for too long. But I do manage the occasional small victory. You've got to divide and conquer. Fat birds, with their puffy red cheeks and clammy brows and those going through the menopause. They are just as mafting as us red blooded men. Get them on side and watch the skinny bints shiver.
My cars air con has a leak! Someone gave me a job to do in central London just when this hot weather started, I got out of the car and my mate thought I had pissed my pants. But I had the last laugh, his white shirt had gone see through and his man boobs drew comments from taxi drivers!
You all live in luxury, I can only dream of temperatures in the 20's outside! The Thai girls in my office and I have come to a compromise of the air con being on 22c throughout. They all bring a shawl with them or have one here, as they turn up to work in short skirts and skimpy tops (encouraged of course, don't want them sweating too much on the way in), they still complain and turn it up to 25c when I go out or I am not there. Its rainy season here, so its just seriously humid, morning, noon and night, outside temp is about 36-38c and the humidity runs at 65%. You need to walk around with a terry towel shirt on!
lads in my office constantly flag up the disparity in dress codes to the manager. the first sign of heat and bitches be wearing vests and casual skirts and sandals whereas us fella's have to remain in shirt and tie. boss is a real stickler for that after reading some victorian survey about productivity. the same survey he uses to justify no radio in the office either. we don't have aircon, just windows but when there's no breeze it hellish and as a big lad I end up dripping like a glass blowers backside!!! love a glistening lass though... "the sweat trickled down, the front of her gown and i thought it would melt her"
40c in Shanghai, aircon all over the ship so girls too cold. Go outside too hot. Me still too hot inside but bearable. Outside I'm like the Wicked Witch of the West,"I'm melting!"
yeah you are right Brady, all Thai girls have a penis, how they get new Thai boys and girls is an amazing feat of engineering genius. No, no, tell a lie, they are not all Ladyboys, I was being cruel for a moment their and helping you play out your fantasy. To be honest, I have a ladyboy working in my sales team, best sales person we have without a doubt, I can set you up if you like Brady?
Interesting that you're his only mate on here. I got erendor down as a girl,so you could be in there macca Oh and mussy is a recent visitor to his page...snooping around
UPDATE - The whinging tarts have won and pressured management into turning the air con off. So we opened the windows. First thing chief witch said when she hobbled into the office..."why are them windows open??" No lie. Today is the day I get sacked for assault. FFS
Just tell them you're too hot and that they can put a jumper on if they're chilly, but you can't get naked if you get hot. You gotta be strong!!
Look mate you've got to go on the offensive. The percentage of blokes who suffer from wind smear in our office is running at about 70%. For those who don't know wind smear is when you have been for an Eartha Kitt and have wiped until clear, basic hygiene but you'd be surprised. Due to excessive and unnecessary heat in the work environment moisture is produced in the mans valley area which causes slight discomfort. This leads to the need for a courtesy wipe. This inevitably shows traces of the dreaded wind smear. Some blokes in our office swear blind it never happens to them but they tend to be the less manly types and in all honesty I don't believe them. You need to discuss this particular issue very loudly with the other geezers in your office, loud enough for the enemy to take note and hopefully complain about. No doubt you'll get hauled into the bosses office and be told to cut it out. Don't panic when this happens but it's clearly time to up the anti. Next step is to hang a plaggy bag on the back of your chair and yes you've guessed it. Place your wind smeared kegs in there, do it about mid afternoon and declare loudly that due to sweating profusely (due to no air con) your arse crack is dripping and has caused you to go commando. It'll cause uproar with the bints but if you've got a few lads with you and they do the same you will win this war. Tell your management that the soiled kegs in a bag will stop when the air con goes back on. If this fails get back to me. There are other methods can that can be deployed. First on the field of battle and last off, that's how I roll.
You're right. Maybe one day I'll be half the man Carmine is, but currently I can't make myself even entertain the idea of bagging my soiled kegs for everyone to see (and smell). He's taken it up a notch.
