Post by Matt Steele on Aug 1, 2012 19:02:11 GMT -5
Damn I hate flying, I've been trapped here for six hours now, so only three to go. Well guess that the prize you gotta pay to work internationally... hmm funny thing traveling, I mean in some ways our whole life is just one big journey, but where does it lead us?....... Well for now my journey leads to the toilet.
He is a big man and getting from a window seat to the toilet on an airplane isn't as easy as you might think
Ups.sorry, excuse me, could I please get by?!
Finally he makes it to the toilet and squeezes in, but who is this guy? you might ask. Well he is Primal or that is actually just his stage name of sorts, his real name is Morten, but no one calls him that anymore, except his mom. Everyone else knows him as Primal the wrestler, but lets let him do what he needs to and hear from the man himself
[After awhile Primal finally comes out]
Phew! That did good... now I just have to get back to my seat
For now we will skip ahead as the way to his seat is a tale of obscene gestures, misunderstandings and a whole lot of swearing
Damn what a trip, but must say I liked getting help from that cute stewardess... ohh well I have to find some excuse to talk to her again later
As you might have guessed our big Dane isn't much of a people person, especial when it comes to people that are female
Funny how it is with talking, just a string of words that is put together to make your intent clear to others. Still at the same time it limits us to only words, you can get lost for words. But children can communicate without words, most of the time we don't have the need for an answer from them, they just show us what they want... What would happen if we all one day went silent? would we then be able to adapt or are we so addicted to speaking that we cant communicate without the sound of our voice.... well we could always write things, but again we are limited to the chains of using words, not just hand signs or gestures. But even then we would be linked to the meaning of the gesture which we have already described as a word
[he takes a deep breath]
Ohh good I think my brain is melting... I gotta focus on the task at hand... I need a beer!
[he turns around looking for the stewardess, she sees him and smiles at him, making him break out in a cold sweat]
Damn she's cute... now I got to get her to notice me and ask her for the beer and then her number... yes that's what I do
[he signals for her to come over, with not so discrete wave. She smiles at him and starts to make her way to his seat. his heart is pumping harder by every step she takes, he just glares at her taking in her every move, dreaming about that she would just come over and sit with him. He is torn away from his dream as she arrives at his seat and asks with what sounds to him as the song of angels]
How may help you sir?
erb... erm ... erb drink?
Of course sir I'll bring you some water.
[She walks off as he glares after her with open mouth]
Dammit, why did you do that you stupid idiot
[as she comes back with the water he has calmed a bit down, but is still fighting a losing battle trying to look relaxed]
Here is your water sir, would you like anything else?
Yes your phone number
NO!!!
[The stewardess looks shocked at the sudden aggressive outburst and quickly retreats]
Now that went well... what the hell is that makes me so nervous?... dammit I could really use that beer now
for now we will let Primal rest a little, while licking his wounds... but stay tuned for his arrival
He is a big man and getting from a window seat to the toilet on an airplane isn't as easy as you might think
Ups.sorry, excuse me, could I please get by?!
Finally he makes it to the toilet and squeezes in, but who is this guy? you might ask. Well he is Primal or that is actually just his stage name of sorts, his real name is Morten, but no one calls him that anymore, except his mom. Everyone else knows him as Primal the wrestler, but lets let him do what he needs to and hear from the man himself
[After awhile Primal finally comes out]
Phew! That did good... now I just have to get back to my seat
For now we will skip ahead as the way to his seat is a tale of obscene gestures, misunderstandings and a whole lot of swearing
Damn what a trip, but must say I liked getting help from that cute stewardess... ohh well I have to find some excuse to talk to her again later
As you might have guessed our big Dane isn't much of a people person, especial when it comes to people that are female
Funny how it is with talking, just a string of words that is put together to make your intent clear to others. Still at the same time it limits us to only words, you can get lost for words. But children can communicate without words, most of the time we don't have the need for an answer from them, they just show us what they want... What would happen if we all one day went silent? would we then be able to adapt or are we so addicted to speaking that we cant communicate without the sound of our voice.... well we could always write things, but again we are limited to the chains of using words, not just hand signs or gestures. But even then we would be linked to the meaning of the gesture which we have already described as a word
[he takes a deep breath]
Ohh good I think my brain is melting... I gotta focus on the task at hand... I need a beer!
[he turns around looking for the stewardess, she sees him and smiles at him, making him break out in a cold sweat]
Damn she's cute... now I got to get her to notice me and ask her for the beer and then her number... yes that's what I do
[he signals for her to come over, with not so discrete wave. She smiles at him and starts to make her way to his seat. his heart is pumping harder by every step she takes, he just glares at her taking in her every move, dreaming about that she would just come over and sit with him. He is torn away from his dream as she arrives at his seat and asks with what sounds to him as the song of angels]
How may help you sir?
erb... erm ... erb drink?
Of course sir I'll bring you some water.
[She walks off as he glares after her with open mouth]
Dammit, why did you do that you stupid idiot
[as she comes back with the water he has calmed a bit down, but is still fighting a losing battle trying to look relaxed]
Here is your water sir, would you like anything else?
Yes your phone number
NO!!!
[The stewardess looks shocked at the sudden aggressive outburst and quickly retreats]
Now that went well... what the hell is that makes me so nervous?... dammit I could really use that beer now
for now we will let Primal rest a little, while licking his wounds... but stay tuned for his arrival