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Most fools think they are only ignorant.


Through a tunnel underneath a large roundabout, I can just about see the light!

So it is Theme Thursday again, and this week those of us fortunate enough to live in the Southern Hemisphere - the greatest Hemisphere in the known universe - are once again disadvantaged!

SNOW!

Yes, SNOW!

We're just into summer and I am supposed to talk SNOW?!?

Sorry fellas, SNOW chance of that!
A Story

I once knew a fellow who was charming, in a roguish way. He had a cutting wit, and although his manner to my mind drifted into the unnecessarily cruel, he remained quite the hit with the ladies.

An attractive gent, he was aware of his physical charms. Knowing this appeared to empower some of his less attractive features. That said, he was the life of the party, and his trademark bons mots always ensured a steady bevy of beauties hanging off his arm. Moreover, despite what many of the legions of his callously discarded conquests might like to tell themselves, he really, truthfully was happy and content with his life.

I remember one particular time when a young lady left his side with a short, sharp wail. Later, I found her outside in the cold evening air, a hulking, quivering mass of snot and tears amidst the sleet and the SNOW. She was inconsolable.

This was not atypical.

Back inside, I sidled up to him – fresh drink in hand (of course) – and, casual as you like, shared an observation with him as we scrutinized the multitude of girls in the room. I meant no offence (well, maybe a little offence), but I felt the need to share.

“I know that you think you’re funny and cool and urbane and all that, but really, you’re just an arsehole.”

“I know,” he said.

He looked pretty pleased with himself.

Comments

Brian Miller said…
no snow...i wish we had some...funny story though.
Lisa Ursu said…
I think I would feel the same way as you if we were just into summer here.
Happy tt to you!
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, and 100% true!
Kris McCracken said…
Liza, we're kind of used to it. Really, as a kid you scratch your head at Santa in rugged woollens even when it's stinking hot and the middle of summer.
Tracey said…
I love your story. I worked for a very long time helping people get divorces and restraining order and such, and I came to a sad realization. Men are ass holes and women are stupid. Present company excluded of course. I hope.

Happy TT from the second best hemisphere in the universe.
Lizzie said…
Kris...nice TT post. I often forget that not everyone else celebrates the same season as we do. Ugh. Still a good, funny post. :)
Ronda Laveen said…
The truest stories, areshole, or no aresehole, are the BEST! Great one here!
Tom said…
i think i would trade with you...i don't care all that much for snow, or maybe it's the frigid temps that suck..just like that heartless cad friend of yours...
Roddy said…
Snow? No! The days out here are quite nice. However the nights are a tad cool. Just a touch of rain!
I think that global warming may be taking us into a new ice age.
JeffScape said…
Hmm... autobiography, perhaps? Heh.
Wings1295 said…
Some arses like being such, I suppose.
e said…
Regrettable that some think being an arse is a worthy goal in life...Happy Thursday to you.
Baino said…
Ha . . so many of them around too. As for Snow, I've seen it on Mt Wellington a couple of times.
Anonymous said…
No ego problem with this guy and at least he admitted it, wot? Nice tie-in to the theme, Kris :)
Dakota Bear said…
It is hard to think about, look at or write about snow since I have recently returned from a couple of weeks in Egypt.
Michael said…
Funny but not so funny that you don't get snow but then again, maybe you are fine with that? Myself? I love it. My mother used to live in Australiad for part of the War as a teen adn she never got used to summer at xmas. Still, you have so many other thigns to offer. Here, in CO, all we have is the snow.. wel, and the Rockies in general.
Hi! Kris,
The snow story(Laughter!) Wow!

Yes, Kris we have snow where I live with more on the way, but freezing temps go away!

Thanks, for sharing and Happy TT
too!
DeeDee
Kris McCracken said…
Tracey, it is as old as time itself!
Kris McCracken said…
Lizzie, Christmas at the beach has its charms.
Kris McCracken said…
Ronda, men are bastards.
Kris McCracken said…
Tom, I'll take sun over snow.
Kris McCracken said…
JeffScape, not me. I always felt guilty about it... ;)
Kris McCracken said…
Wings, until they are ready to die and repent.
Kris McCracken said…
e, being all they can be, I guess.
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, it did snow just last New Years!
Kris McCracken said…
Subby, part of his charm, I guess.
Kris McCracken said…
Dakota Bear, pyramids with tinsel?
Kris McCracken said…
Poetikat, never understood the attraction myself.
Kris McCracken said…
...mmm..., I am more than fine with it!
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, all that shovelling must get dull.
Dreamhaven said…
I think slipping something in his drink might help. At least he acknowledges his buttness.
Kris McCracken said…
Dreamhaven, he was a prick.

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