Sorry, I lost it.
I really thought there was a connention somewhere, though.
Evil architecture or evil architects?
Did you want this deleted?
You lost it, or you're losing it? :rofl:
When I saw the name of this thread, I expected some detailed elaboration of a conspiracy theory by arildno, and all I got was... :tongue:
Well, I think if we try hard enough we can come up with something involving evil architecture.
I've purchased high heeled shoes before that although initially looked innocent proved to be pure evil.
I assume you never learned how to walk in them?
Btw, a friend of mine could literarily run upstairs and downstairs in high heels without breaking her neck. A true genious.
Freemasons evolved from actual masons. thats about as far as it goes.
I used to be a mason's assistant - the guy that has to carry the blocks, bricks, and mortar around.
I was only around 135 pounds when I started and a wheel barrow full of mortar weighs around 300 pounds. I had ramps with banked turns because once I got the wheel barrow going, it wasn't going to stop until the bottom of the basement.
Other, bigger assistants considered the design of those ramps to be pure evil.
Why do you think men don't wear high heels? Who do you think invented high heels? :grumpy:
I have some 25 year old cowboy boots with stacked leather heels that give a great instep for motorcycle footpegs and are so soft that they are VERY comfortable. Now, I don't for a minute think that I could walk in 3-4" heels, though I have a couple of (short) young female cousins who seem to pull it off with grace. Once, (centuries back) men wore high heels, too.
we should move this to GD
Some people, eh Evo? Next he'll be saying we don't wear dresses!
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My friend and I built his first house out of rocks that we got by tearing down rock walls that ran through the woods of his father's property. Every night after work, I would head up there and either gather more stones, lay out stones in likely places where they could be incorporated into a wall, etc, until he got out of work, at which time I'd fire up the mixer, get a batch of mortar going and we'd start laying up stone until dusk. At the time, we were both about 130# soaking wet and lots of the rocks weighed more than we did. We had no helpers, and his teenage nephews didn't pitch in, so we built the place by ourselves. It was a small house - only 16x24, but he couldn't afford anything bigger at the time and it would have been tough for us to build anything much bigger in our spare time. By the end of the summer, you would not want to have tangled with either of us. We were both in pretty good shape going into the project, but we were stringy/tough coming out of it. His father was a disabled mason, so his main job was to come up with a Pabst or two and holler mason witticisms like "Lay 'em rough, and joint 'em pretty!"
Huh? I don't think I'm following..
Really? You mean, like http://internetservices.readingeagle.com/blog/cities/high%20heels.jpg" [Broken] or so..? Gross. :yuck::tongue:
Well, no. During the 1500s and 1600s French courtiers wore high-heeled shoes to increase their stature, and as a fashion statement. European horsemen adopted riding boots with high heels to provide a more prominent instep to retain the stirrups better in maneuvers, and the modern-day equivalent is the Western cowboy boot, which I feel is superior to the work-boots that a lot of motorcycle riders wear because they are lighter, and more flexible and comfortable, with a more pronounced instep. Other Harley riders I encounter are often wearing clunky black work boots (often with Harley logos on them) - I wear some well-broken-in brown Acme cowboy boots with rubber sole pads (not the traditional pegged leather) for traction. And no, Evo, I do not have a big pot belly and a silver trophy buckle the size of a dinner plate, nor the hat. Just the boots. They're perfect for the task.
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