Containment What If?
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As negligent he is with the rest of the hygiene, I think he would ignore sunscreen and subsequently get sunburned to the extreme.
If he doesn't know how to swim, how would he react to a male lifeguard rescuing him? A female one?
If he doesn't know how to swim, how would he react to a male lifeguard rescuing him? A female one?
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Ugh, I'd hate to be the lifeguard who'd have to do mouth-to-mouth to Christian. If need be I think lifeguards may also have a CPR device where they don't have to do manual mouth-to-mouth? I think it looks like this:
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He would totally be against it. Supposing this were a couple of years ago, and he was still interacting with various 'gal pals', he could be convinced to give it a go and perhaps change his mind. As it stands however, I think there is little chance of that happening. So long as he can't be exposed to it like he was with Alcohol, then he will continue to hate it.
He would totally be against it. Supposing this were a couple of years ago, and he was still interacting with various 'gal pals', he could be convinced to give it a go and perhaps change his mind. As it stands however, I think there is little chance of that happening. So long as he can't be exposed to it like he was with Alcohol, then he will continue to hate it.
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Mourning Dove said:Ugh, I'd hate to be the lifeguard who'd have to do mouth-to-mouth to Christian. If need be I think lifeguards may also have a CPR device where they don't have to do manual mouth-to-mouth? I think it looks like this:
Ok I lied, I was a lifeguard for years.
The thing on the chest is a basic aed, not usually used. The thing on the mouth is a bag valve mask. You squeeze the teal thing to pump air in the lungs, on duty I carried around a regular rescue mask, instead of the bag I had to blow into a one way valve myself.
These things aren't disposable and got soaked in a diluted bleach solution after each use.
I don't think there's enough bleach for OPL though
Edit: sorry, that's a supplied oxygen mask, no squeezing.
Edit again: also not an aed, just a plate to help CPR compressions, if someone wasn't breathing but still had a pulse it wouldn't be used, I never had one I had. To angle my hands up and use my wrists to give compressions.
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Would anyone really want to go swimming if the water got polluted with DIRTY, CRAPPED BRIEFS BIKINI BOTTOMS? What an ecological nightmare!
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He'd be Humpty Dumpty - a character who butchered his mother or grandmother (
) and tried to sew her back together. 
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Bane, from Batman and Robin is a good estimate of Chris's abilities as a Batman villain in terms of stratagem, with a Maxie Zeus personality. Never mind the pickle on Bane's chest.
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Inspired by the recent Facebook posts about the event happening on the 28th of this month.
What misadventures will Chris get in to?
What would the reaction of the parents and little girls attending be like?
Would Chris get his ass beaten by the dads in attendance at the event?
How long before a manajerk or jerkop shows up and hauls him away?
Would it be a repeat of Oct 28 all over again?
Would come back to the store with Chris to defend him?
Would field agents be there to capture the moment?
What misadventures will Chris get in to?
What would the reaction of the parents and little girls attending be like?
Would Chris get his ass beaten by the dads in attendance at the event?
How long before a manajerk or jerkop shows up and hauls him away?
Would it be a repeat of Oct 28 all over again?
Would
come back to the store with Chris to defend him?Would field agents be there to capture the moment?
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I actually just made a post like this for the real lego thread, but I'll repost it here too.
Just imagine this. You are a parent of a little girl and you hear about a new lego event for girls. Maybe you think this could be a wonderful family activity, or maybe your little girl just begged you to go. Anyway, you go to the Toys R' Us and are having a normal time, your little girl is looking at the toys, possibly making her Christmas wish list, or waiting eagerly for the event. You are making small talk with the other parents of little girls and nothing seems out of the ordinary.
Then you smell it.
At first the scent of rotting watermelons hits your nose. You look toward the other parents to confirm if they are smelling it too. You confirm they do. Then the scent seems to be getting closer and closer, and now you notice a new element to the smell, it seems to be covered by men's bodyspray. You have no idea what is going on, maybe just some kid had an accident of something. You think it will pass and you just try to ignore it, trying to not let your little girl's day be ruined.
Then you see him.
From the corner of your eye, you seem him a man....well at least you think it is a man, possibly a middle-age butch lesbian. S/He is clearly overweight with long, greasy hair in badly need of a wash and a clear greasy shine to their skin. You try to be polite, or not cause a scene, be avoiding direct eye contact. Maybe they are just looking for a toy for their or a relative's kid. However, the goddess of luck is not on your side today. You notice S/he approaching the lego table intended for little girls. Oh, no. This person has no sign of a little girl with him. Closer and Closer, the strange gender bluring creature gets and the stench grows stronger. Even some of the little girls are starting to take notice of the odor. Then the stranger does the unholiest of hollies. He takes a seat, meant for someone a quarter of his size, and sits down, right next to the little girls!
You exchanged concerned looks with the other parents, as pedofork alerts goes off in everyone minds. The little girls at the table are starting to look uncomfortable, a few even leave, and go back to their parents. You and the other parents exchange looks, and make a silent agreement, you all bravely walk up to where the strange person is sitting. An uncomfortable silence passes as the person finally raises up his head to meet your eyes and that of the other parents.
"Hi." You manage to get out, not sure exactly what to say in this awkward encounter. The person's eyes glaze over you for a second, like he isn't use to being spoken to directly.
"Hi..." The person manages to reply back, confirming it's gender as male.
"Are you waiting for your daughter?" You ask in the most polite and causal tone you can muster. Hoping maybe their is the reason for this. To your disappointment, and that growing unpleasant feeling in your stomach, the man shakes his head no.
"Your niece?" Asks one of the other parents.
"Your cousin?" Asks another, but to both these replies the man simply nods no. A more uncomfortable silence approaches. A few parents take their daughters and leave the table, you suspect likely the manager will be showing up soon.
"Then why are you here?" You ask, caught between horror and morbid curiosity.
"I....ugh...am here...uummm...to make a lego picture frame." He replies, with too much stuttering. At this point you decide to take the kid gloves off.
"You can't be here. This event is for little girls." You tell him strongly. At this the man loses any impression of being clueless or an idiot, as a rage seems to take over his face.
"I have the right to be here if I want." The man now loses all attempts at a stutter, as anger takes over him.
"No, this is for little girls. It would be best if you take your leave now." You say, trying to keep this civil, though something tells you your efforts will be for naught.
"You are just like Mary Lee Walsh and Synder! Always trying to play kick the autistic!" The man's voice level rages considerably and more little girls are leaving the table.
"What?" You blink in confusion, "I don't know what you are talking about, but don't you see how scared you are making these little girls or how uncomfortable you are making us parents?" You try to reason with him. But you see the rage grow in his face, you expect another outburst, but then you see a parent walking back, but this time with the manager. Oh, thank sweet baby Jesus! The man sees this and before anything else can be said, he gets up and waddles out.
You stare in confusion for a while, but then things start to return to normal as little girls return to the table. However, among the adults you discuss the encounter. This is definalty one for facebook.
Just imagine this. You are a parent of a little girl and you hear about a new lego event for girls. Maybe you think this could be a wonderful family activity, or maybe your little girl just begged you to go. Anyway, you go to the Toys R' Us and are having a normal time, your little girl is looking at the toys, possibly making her Christmas wish list, or waiting eagerly for the event. You are making small talk with the other parents of little girls and nothing seems out of the ordinary.
Then you smell it.
At first the scent of rotting watermelons hits your nose. You look toward the other parents to confirm if they are smelling it too. You confirm they do. Then the scent seems to be getting closer and closer, and now you notice a new element to the smell, it seems to be covered by men's bodyspray. You have no idea what is going on, maybe just some kid had an accident of something. You think it will pass and you just try to ignore it, trying to not let your little girl's day be ruined.
Then you see him.
From the corner of your eye, you seem him a man....well at least you think it is a man, possibly a middle-age butch lesbian. S/He is clearly overweight with long, greasy hair in badly need of a wash and a clear greasy shine to their skin. You try to be polite, or not cause a scene, be avoiding direct eye contact. Maybe they are just looking for a toy for their or a relative's kid. However, the goddess of luck is not on your side today. You notice S/he approaching the lego table intended for little girls. Oh, no. This person has no sign of a little girl with him. Closer and Closer, the strange gender bluring creature gets and the stench grows stronger. Even some of the little girls are starting to take notice of the odor. Then the stranger does the unholiest of hollies. He takes a seat, meant for someone a quarter of his size, and sits down, right next to the little girls!
You exchanged concerned looks with the other parents, as pedofork alerts goes off in everyone minds. The little girls at the table are starting to look uncomfortable, a few even leave, and go back to their parents. You and the other parents exchange looks, and make a silent agreement, you all bravely walk up to where the strange person is sitting. An uncomfortable silence passes as the person finally raises up his head to meet your eyes and that of the other parents.
"Hi." You manage to get out, not sure exactly what to say in this awkward encounter. The person's eyes glaze over you for a second, like he isn't use to being spoken to directly.
"Hi..." The person manages to reply back, confirming it's gender as male.
"Are you waiting for your daughter?" You ask in the most polite and causal tone you can muster. Hoping maybe their is the reason for this. To your disappointment, and that growing unpleasant feeling in your stomach, the man shakes his head no.
"Your niece?" Asks one of the other parents.
"Your cousin?" Asks another, but to both these replies the man simply nods no. A more uncomfortable silence approaches. A few parents take their daughters and leave the table, you suspect likely the manager will be showing up soon.
"Then why are you here?" You ask, caught between horror and morbid curiosity.
"I....ugh...am here...uummm...to make a lego picture frame." He replies, with too much stuttering. At this point you decide to take the kid gloves off.
"You can't be here. This event is for little girls." You tell him strongly. At this the man loses any impression of being clueless or an idiot, as a rage seems to take over his face.
"I have the right to be here if I want." The man now loses all attempts at a stutter, as anger takes over him.
"No, this is for little girls. It would be best if you take your leave now." You say, trying to keep this civil, though something tells you your efforts will be for naught.
"You are just like Mary Lee Walsh and Synder! Always trying to play kick the autistic!" The man's voice level rages considerably and more little girls are leaving the table.
"What?" You blink in confusion, "I don't know what you are talking about, but don't you see how scared you are making these little girls or how uncomfortable you are making us parents?" You try to reason with him. But you see the rage grow in his face, you expect another outburst, but then you see a parent walking back, but this time with the manager. Oh, thank sweet baby Jesus! The man sees this and before anything else can be said, he gets up and waddles out.
You stare in confusion for a while, but then things start to return to normal as little girls return to the table. However, among the adults you discuss the encounter. This is definalty one for facebook.