Congratulations Slave and Catrin!!!

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally Posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?

The first time I slept with her the condom broke.

Worst best feeling ever.

TM

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally Posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?

(and I clearly wasn't)

You clearly were.

[Penske_Account]

Originally Posted by Hank Chinaski

i gave him one of mine.

Makes sense, your wife told me she has used the ones I left on her night stand as "father's" day presents.

[Penske_Account]

Originally Posted by ThurgreedMarshall

Worst best feeling ever.

TM

You've never heard Hank's story about the time he confusedly slid into third base with the pre-op trannie?

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally Posted by Penske_Account

Makes sense, your wife told me she has used the ones I left on her night stand as "father's" day presents.

An IronMan watch makes a thoughtful and classy post-no-strings-attached-intercourse-or-fellatio-with-wife-of-another-man gratuity. W p, p!

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally Posted by Flinty_McFlint

...and that, young Coltrane Jr., is how I met your Mother.

You drink too much, Dad.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally Posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?

*I go out of my way to let girls know that I'm not, but that I'm just there for my single friend (who really doesn't need a wingman).

I have found that women who insist that you are hitting on them when you're not are actually hitting on you. I was out once with some friends (two girls and a guy) at a bar in San Diego and we were having an argument. The two women we were with thought they could get more numbers than we could and we were just drunk enough to take offense and decided to bet on it. And they would have creamed us, of course, if we played fair--although, no one ever said we couldn't mention that we were having a competition while competing. And yes, I realize that really just means we were having a contest about who could talk to the most people.

Anyway, my friend and I set out to talk to every girl in the bar in an attempt to get numbers. It worked amazingly well, even with the women who didn't believe us and were convinced we were hitting on them. We would just walk up to a group of women and say, "You see those two women over there talking to those guys? Well, we're having a competition to see who can get the most phone numbers. We don't even live in San Diego, so you can give us fake names and numbers, if you like. We're just trying to win." Half of the girls would give us their real names and numbers (just in case they wanted to test us) and even the girls who didn't believe us gave up their numbers. It was truly weird, especially since we would have gotten nowhere with anyone if we just asked them if they wanted to hang out sometime.

Anyway, with this tactic, we won. And I think the prize was more drinks, which was not a very good idea.

TM

[Cletus Miller]

Originally Posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?

I go out of my way to let girls know that I'm not, but that I'm just there for my single friend (who really doesn't need a wingman).

Depending on where you go, that can be a workable start. I'm sure they've all heard that one before.

[Flinty_McFlint]

Originally Posted by ThurgreedMarshall

I have found that women who insist that you are hitting on them when you're not are actually hitting on you. I was out once with some friends (two girls and a guy) at a bar in San Diego and we were having an argument. The two women we were with thought they could get more numbers than we could and we were just drunk enough to take offense and decided to bet on it. And they would have creamed us, of course, if we played fair--although, no one ever said we couldn't mention that we were having a competition while competing. And yes, I realize that really just means we were having a contest about who could talk to the most people.

Anyway, my friend and I set out to talk to every girl in the bar in an attempt to get numbers. It worked amazingly well, even with the women who didn't believe us and were convinced we were hitting on them. We would just walk up to a group of women and say, "You see those two women over there talking to those guys? Well, we're having a competition to see who can get the most phone numbers. We don't even live in San Diego, so you can give us fake names and numbers, if you like. We're just trying to win." Half of the girls would give us their real names and numbers (just in case they wanted to test us) and even the girls who didn't believe us gave up their numbers. It was truly weird, especially since we would have gotten nowhere with anyone if we just asked them if they wanted to hang out sometime.

Anyway, with this tactic, we won. And I think the prize was more drinks, which was not a very good idea.

TM

That is so weird. Hank tells a similar story, except instead of names and numbers, he said blow jobs and cigarettes, and instead of a bar in San Diego, he said a prison in the Midwest. The similarities are just eerie.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower

An IronMan watch makes a thoughtful and classy post-no-strings-attached-intercourse-or-fellatio-with-wife-of-another-man gratuity. W p, p!

a half hour before Penske posted that I passed on the "two BJs a night was tops" post by posting something about Penske's sister and the HS B-bal ream. But i am classier than Penske, and this just proves it. again.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally Posted by Flinty_McFlint

That is so weird. Hank tells a similar story, except instead of names and numbers, he said blow jobs and cigarettes, and instead of a bar in San Diego, he said a prison in the Midwest. The similarities are just eerie.

not similar.
I don't know what kinds of prisons you've ended up in for your silver spoon crimes, but when you grow up where i grew up you end up in prisons where there are no faked blow jobs, some fake cigarettes maybe, but no faked sex.

[Penske_Account]

Originally Posted by Hank Chinaski

a half hour before Penske posted that I passed on the "two BJs a night was tops" post by posting something about Penske's sister and the HS B-bal ream. .

That was the time she was in a head to head contest with your mom.....Sis still claims that if she hadn't been called for double-dribbling she might have won.......

[Atticus Grinch]

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally Posted by Hank Chinaski

a half hour before Penske posted that I passed on the "two BJs a night was tops" post by posting something about Penske's sister and the HS B-bal ream. But i am classier than Penske, and this just proves it. again.

Penske walks with the effortless grace and charm of the corner-officed, and yet can spin foul-mouthed yarns that, while not lacking in wit, would make a sailor blush. He is a case study in the duality of man. Required reading.

[Gattigap]

Originally Posted by Atticus Grinch

There's something off about that photo. Her skin, it looks ... no, alabaster isn't quite the right word. [snap] Translucent. Yes. Translucent.