I am a thief

“having only 3 hours of sleep last night this morning I locked the keys to the car in the car...with the engine STILL running. UGH. So with the help of a coat hanger and the advice of a stranger I was able to open the car up (after about an hour >.<) Took a lot of tried. The lock thingy on the door has no "cap" on it so that made it hard but I did it eventually :)”

“So what was your take?”

“my take? I now know hoe to break into cars at trailheads of unsuspecting backpackers :)”

“I knew it was just a matter of time. CMB has led you to a life of crime.”

“"I now know hoe to break into cars at trailheads of unsuspecting backpackers :)"

Bears do that all the time around here...”

“CMB, hell. He's at the bottom of a oubliette rubbing lotion on his skin.”

“So.. Free25 is the one who stole the Anthrax and Metallica tapes from my VW Rabbit back when I was in high school.”

“I forget.... What's an oubliette, again?”

“ou·bli·ette
n.
A dungeon with a trapdoor in the ceiling as its only means of entrance or exit.”

“Dang Tilt, get with it!
The term is FRENCH!
You of all people should know it.

In medieval castles, an 'oubliette' was a pit, accessed by an opening in a wall. When the master or mistress of the castle wanted you to be forgotten, 'oubliez' in French, you were simply dropped into the hole, never to be seen again (one would assume you'd be heard for some time...)
They were used for 'night soil'. ;-)”

“"When the master or mistress of the castle wanted you to be forgotten, 'oubliez' in French..."”

“I suppose I'll have to explain the, too?”

“-e +at”

“obliterate- too make disappear probably came from the french...blah”

“LOL@Tilt”

“A tremendous number of English words have French roots, thanks to that "Norman Conquest" deal...”

“The coastline of Miss where I live was settled by the French and remains quite different from the rest of the state.”

“A young cook decided that the French would enjoy feasting on rabbits and decided to raise rabbits in Paris and sell them to the finer restaurants in the city. He searched all over Paris seeking a suitable place to raise his rabbits. None could be found. Finally, an old priest at the cathedral said he could have a small area behind the rectory for his rabbits. He successfully raised a number of them, and when he went about Paris selling them, a restaurant owner asked him where he got such fresh rabbits. The young man replied, "I raise them myself, near the cathedral. In fact, I have ... a hutch back of Notre Dame.”

“What's that popping noise I heard?”

“It's not my fault you were unable to get the joke even after you looked up the meaning.”