DebIreland said:Did you say a velvet pic? VELVET??? I think I'm going to be sick.And yet I can visualise it no problem!! My brother and his wife were invited to a neighbour's house for tea and the neighbour brought them to the living room to show them a new picture they had bought. My br. was saying it was the most hideous thing he'd ever seen in his life. It was a picture of The Titanic, ok, fair enough, except it had a 3-D ICEBERG protruding from the picture and you guessed it, it was white velvet!
Protruding out!!! As if the iceberg was somehow, I dunno, glamorous? Fun even?
He was speechless when the neighbour asked what he thought, he was "well, um, yeah, oh, cool, wow, hmmm". The neighbour then said that he could get him one if he liked.
He lived in fear for quite a while that the neighbour would appear on the doorstep, horrendously ugly picture in hand.
thptrek said:After this thread the only way I would be shocked in WDW would be for a family from New Jersey to be all in ECVs holding onto their kid's leashes while driving the ECVs into the back of my leg. Then one of the kids would have to pee on my leg. Then the Mom would have to get out of her ECV and walk briskly over to me to curse me out for being in their kid's line of fire. Then she would need to run back to her ECV where she would finish breastfeeding her baby while driving down the middle of Main street. While all this is going on, the Dad would be slapping their other children.
Why is this family from NJ?thptrek said:After this thread the only way I would be shocked in WDW would be for a family from New Jersey to be all in ECVs holding onto their kid's leashes while driving the ECVs into the back of my leg. Then one of the kids would have to pee on my leg. Then the Mom would have to get out of her ECV and walk briskly over to me to curse me out for being in their kid's line of fire. Then she would need to run back to her ECV where she would finish breastfeeding her baby while driving down the middle of Main street. While all this is going on, the Dad would be slapping their other children.
kaysmommie said:Why is this family from NJ?I'm from NJ and most people from NJ are not White trash. Now we moved to TN in July and there certainly is alot of white trash here!
I have encountered some really rude people here. Seems like they have no manners at all! Nothing at WDW would shock me after this thread and seeing locals in Walmart in there slippers and Pj's.
You might be trying to be funny but that is a rude post. Where are you from by the way??
Thanks. I have read most of the post over the last week, but only this page today. Most people here in TN have such an attitude about northerners that I can't help but feel defensive some times. Especially since I think they certainly are no better. I'm very shocked by some of things people do at Disney and other places for that matter.jann1033 said:maybe you missed it but there was a disagreement about the NJ thing a page or 2 back...i think the whole post was meant as a joke about the crazy things on this thread so don't take it personal
Speaking of accents and being a Jersey Girl living in TN. Alot People here talk like they have a mouthful of marbles or never attended school one day in there lifeConservative Hippie said:First, like I said, my father is a spinal paraplegic. I am a little sensitive to people abusing handicapp priveleges because I have seen my father struggle to walk through a parking lot (he uses crutches) because the handicapp spaces were taken up by cars without permits. I have helped my father navigate stairs because he wasn't allowed to use service elevators at sports stadiums. In the next 10 years he will mostly likely not even be able to stand with assistance. So when I saw this kid running around and jumping on benches and then getting back into a wheelchair, it made me feel angry. My dad can't get up and jump around.
Second, honey, I'm from the south. I've never been to New Jersey. I know he was from New Jersey because of the accent (have heard it on TV), and because we were told by someone else that we were there during a school break for New Jersey. It's silly to think that people don't get first impressions. People get first impressions! I said that I didn't get a good first impression!! I didn't say that it was my only or lasting impression!! If he was from Ohio, I wouldn't have noticed the accent!!! And it does make an impression to a southern girl to hear a thick New Jersey accent ranting about a stroller!!!! Big tough New Jersey guys are supposed to fight about sports or tell someone they'll be sleeping with the fishes, not ranting about a stroller!!!!!
thptrek said:After this thread the only way I would be shocked in WDW would be for a family from New Jersey to be all in ECVs holding onto their kid's leashes while driving the ECVs into the back of my leg. Then one of the kids would have to pee on my leg. Then the Mom would have to get out of her ECV and walk briskly over to me to curse me out for being in their kid's line of fire. Then she would need to run back to her ECV where she would finish breastfeeding her baby while driving down the middle of Main street. While all this is going on, the Dad would be slapping their other children.
thptrek said:After this thread the only way I would be shocked in WDW would be for a family from New Jersey to be all in ECVs holding onto their kid's leashes while driving the ECVs into the back of my leg. Then one of the kids would have to pee on my leg. Then the Mom would have to get out of her ECV and walk briskly over to me to curse me out for being in their kid's line of fire. Then she would need to run back to her ECV where she would finish breastfeeding her baby while driving down the middle of Main street. While all this is going on, the Dad would be slapping their other children.
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That is too good! The only thing you missed is that the parents were smoking all the while and the girl kids were wearing short shorts with lewd saying written on their behinds.
rmdavis said:a bit off topic but I can relate to the cm's in the costumes as far as as a firefighter in the south (Louisiana) having to put our gear on in the summer time is rough, if Disney ever invents something for their CM's to wear I am in line for it next![]()
kaysmommie said:Speaking of accents and being a Jersey Girl living in TN. Alot People here talk like they have a mouthful of marbles or never attended school one day in there life. Not everyone fron NJ has the accent you heard on TV, talk about stereotypes. People in NJ are alot nicer then people in TN and I speak from experience.
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Darian said:As Marlon Brando once said: "the horror... the horror."
It all began innocently enough in the line for the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland. There was this short skinny woman with her short and skinny son about 8 people ahead of DW and me in line. Judging from their extreem accent they seemed to be from Kentucky or (not to offend) some hill-billy town nearby. I was tempted to say New Jersey, but those folks have suffered enough at the hands of this board. Heheheh.
Well I've got no beef with Kentucky, as my sister was born there. But suddenly this woman breaks wind loud and long. Then she looks around to see if anyone heard her. About 35 thousand people did, but we all pretended nothing had happened. Just trying to be polite. Well, her outgassing wasn't just loud, it stank horribly, like dead things and worse. Unknown to us at the time, this "blowing of the horn" was just the beginning of our suffering.
Soon we were in the Mansion itself. The door closed to the stretching room and BAM she lets loose again. Trapped like rats we had no escape from her gas. This time the stench was even worse. After an eternity of holding my breath the doors finally open to fresh air. As the woman and her kid walk past the paintings, she let loose again so our respit from the torment was short lived.
Finally we were seated in our Doom buggies and were thinking we were finally free of our outgassing companion. Though she was 3 buggies ahead of us she passed gas non-stop through the entire ride, defiling every room, every scene-even the graveyard wasn't large enough to dissipate the concentrated vile stench. All the time I'm wondering how such a small body could hold so much gas and what sort of person could produce such potent and terrible odors that could fill an entire attraction.
Poor DW was covering her face and having dry heaves, while I was just limp, nauseous and practically semicouncious from the airborne poisons.
Finally the ride was over and DW & I staggered from our doom buggy out onto the moving walkway. Our classy fellow rider left another "air mine" as she and her sone ran up the rubber escalator leading out of the attraction.
I have never been so shocked, so sickened and so nauseated by anything else at Disney. This even beat the stripper we saw trying to pose topless on the drawbridge into Sleeping Beauty's castle. The horror... the horror....
Darian said:As Marlon Brando once said: "the horror... the horror."
It all began innocently enough in the line for the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland. There was this short skinny woman with her short and skinny son about 8 people ahead of DW and me in line. Judging from their extreem accent they seemed to be from Kentucky or (not to offend) some hill-billy town nearby. I was tempted to say New Jersey, but those folks have suffered enough at the hands of this board. Heheheh.
Well I've got no beef with Kentucky, as my sister was born there. But suddenly this woman breaks wind loud and long. Then she looks around to see if anyone heard her. About 35 thousand people did, but we all pretended nothing had happened. Just trying to be polite. Well, her outgassing wasn't just loud, it stank horribly, like dead things and worse. Unknown to us at the time, this "blowing of the horn" was just the beginning of our suffering.
Soon we were in the Mansion itself. The door closed to the stretching room and BAM she lets loose again. Trapped like rats we had no escape from her gas. This time the stench was even worse. After an eternity of holding my breath the doors finally open to fresh air. As the woman and her kid walk past the paintings, she let loose again so our respit from the torment was short lived.
Finally we were seated in our Doom buggies and were thinking we were finally free of our outgassing companion. Though she was 3 buggies ahead of us she passed gas non-stop through the entire ride, defiling every room, every scene-even the graveyard wasn't large enough to dissipate the concentrated vile stench. All the time I'm wondering how such a small body could hold so much gas and what sort of person could produce such potent and terrible odors that could fill an entire attraction.
Poor DW was covering her face and having dry heaves, while I was just limp, nauseous and practically semicouncious from the airborne poisons.
Finally the ride was over and DW & I staggered from our doom buggy out onto the moving walkway. Our classy fellow rider left another "air mine" as she and her sone ran up the rubber escalator leading out of the attraction.
I have never been so shocked, so sickened and so nauseated by anything else at Disney. This even beat the stripper we saw trying to pose topless on the drawbridge into Sleeping Beauty's castle. The horror... the horror....
Darian said:As Marlon Brando once said: "the horror... the horror."
It all began innocently enough in the line for the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland. There was this short skinny woman with her short and skinny son about 8 people ahead of DW and me in line. Judging from their extreem accent they seemed to be from Kentucky or (not to offend) some hill-billy town nearby. I was tempted to say New Jersey, but those folks have suffered enough at the hands of this board. Heheheh.
Well I've got no beef with Kentucky, as my sister was born there. But suddenly this woman breaks wind loud and long. Then she looks around to see if anyone heard her. About 35 thousand people did, but we all pretended nothing had happened. Just trying to be polite. Well, her outgassing wasn't just loud, it stank horribly, like dead things and worse. Unknown to us at the time, this "blowing of the horn" was just the beginning of our suffering.
Soon we were in the Mansion itself. The door closed to the stretching room and BAM she lets loose again. Trapped like rats we had no escape from her gas. This time the stench was even worse. After an eternity of holding my breath the doors finally open to fresh air. As the woman and her kid walk past the paintings, she let loose again so our respit from the torment was short lived.
Finally we were seated in our Doom buggies and were thinking we were finally free of our outgassing companion. Though she was 3 buggies ahead of us she passed gas non-stop through the entire ride, defiling every room, every scene-even the graveyard wasn't large enough to dissipate the concentrated vile stench. All the time I'm wondering how such a small body could hold so much gas and what sort of person could produce such potent and terrible odors that could fill an entire attraction.
Poor DW was covering her face and having dry heaves, while I was just limp, nauseous and practically semicouncious from the airborne poisons.
Finally the ride was over and DW & I staggered from our doom buggy out onto the moving walkway. Our classy fellow rider left another "air mine" as she and her sone ran up the rubber escalator leading out of the attraction.
I have never been so shocked, so sickened and so nauseated by anything else at Disney. This even beat the stripper we saw trying to pose topless on the drawbridge into Sleeping Beauty's castle. The horror... the horror....
crystalblue705 said:Darian, I haven't laughed this hard in a long time!!!! You definitely have a way with words. You wouldn't happen to have anymore shocks, would you????????
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