Over the years I have missed several opportunities for rampant sex.
Like this one particular time in London I was chatting up a hot german girl at a bar. Laughing, touching me, etc. and the night had only just started and I had her undivided attention and she wasn't even drunk (a lot more sober than I was). The night was young and I had a very centrally located apartment all to myself for the week. She even told me that she had 3 german girlfriends meeting her later, just flown in and looking for a good time. 'They're a lot crazier than me!!'
Then suddenly a mate of mine with a southern US accent called out 'Yo dude, we're rollin!' and I instinctively followed a group of fun-looking americans out of the venue and laughing into the street.
20 minutes later we ended up at a mcdonalds it was there that I face palmed and cried manly tears all over my fries.
The bros before hoes system needs to be applied selectively.
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Last edited by Lord Vagabob on Mon Jan 07, 2013 12:01 am, edited 1 time in total.
Over the years I have missed several opportunities for rampant sex.
Like this one particular time in London I was chatting up a hot german girl at a bar. Laughing, touching me, etc. and the night had only just started and I had her undivided attention and she wasn't even drunk (a lot more sober than I was). The night was young and I had a very centrally located apartment all to myself for the week. She even told me that she had 3 german girlfriends meeting her later, just flown in and looking for a good time. 'They're a lot crazier than me!!'
Then suddenly a mate of mine with a southern US accent called out 'Yo dude, we're rollin!' and I instinctively followed a group of fun-looking americans out of the venue and laughing into the street.
20 minutes later we ended up at a mcdonalds it was there that I face palmed and cried manly tears all over my fries.
The bros before hoes system needs to be applied selectively.
The bros before hos things has **** me many many times. First night in bali I was hooking up with a french bird. She wanted me to go back to her hotel, but couldn't find my mate to tell him I was bailing. Ended up staying in the club looking for my mate and she had bail with her other french mate.
IF u can turn up in the morning with a story of how u had underwear on head sex with 3 german twins then u should be excused from all previous nights responsibilities
If you are only 20 like you claim tan why can't you locate one of these snatches that You claim had a crush on you 2 years ago in high school? What changed?
Why are we so focused on BLT's overwhelming unattractivness? There are so many other things wrong with him. Let's focus first on his amazing inability to write out a single line of text in the English languge. Once he can prove to women that he isn't disabled by being able to scrawl his phone number without mispelling "4", we should be able to move on from there.
_________________ "... And then, a staircase broke my legs. After crawling for 6 hours a magic zombie with X-Ray vision chased me through a door which crushed me and I bled to death."
Two police officers have pulled over a car that was speeding, one officer walks over to the car to investigate, he takes a few minutes and then returns to the police car. He explains to his partner that it's a young couple and the girlfriend has offered to suck both our **** if we let them go. So the second officer goes up to car and unzips his pants and his daughter sticks her head out.
No, you're obviously smoking and very interesting to talk too. That's why you're rolling around in a big, pussy filled pussy pool, made in the shape of a pussy while women sit on the edges with neon signs pointing directly at their pussy asking you to do unspeakable things to them... You stud.
... Pussy!
Seriously though, that cop should have gotten her ID first. Before getting sucked off, standard OP is to get ID, run a check to see if she's on the system, then demand anal if she has any APB's.
_________________ "... And then, a staircase broke my legs. After crawling for 6 hours a magic zombie with X-Ray vision chased me through a door which crushed me and I bled to death."
No, you're obviously smoking and very interesting to talk too. That's why you're rolling around in a big, pussy filled pussy pool, made in the shape of a pussy while women sit on the edges with neon signs pointing directly at their pussy asking you to do unspeakable things to them... You stud.
... Pussy!
Seriously though, that cop should have gotten her ID first. Before getting sucked off, standard OP is to get ID, run a check to see if she's on the system, then demand anal if she has any APB's.
idd say im average attrativness im in the process of getting bigger im not fat have a bit of mussle just need to work on conversation skills
_________________ "... And then, a staircase broke my legs. After crawling for 6 hours a magic zombie with X-Ray vision chased me through a door which crushed me and I bled to death."
He's the reason mothers have basements! God! GET HIM AWAY FROM ME!!
Okay, that's enough of that. I really want a BLT now... Sounds gay, but I just like thick bacon.
... No, that sounds gay too. I want a sandwhich! A big, thick, hulking sandwhich, with meat shoved bewteen two buns!
... Okay, I'm not hungry anymore.
_________________ "... And then, a staircase broke my legs. After crawling for 6 hours a magic zombie with X-Ray vision chased me through a door which crushed me and I bled to death."
Only got the one missed opportunity I can think of: working at the casino in bris, doing a dishpig shift in Cafe 21, there's this waitress there, Ariana, incredibly gorgeous chick, the sort all the guys talk about wanting to **** when we're yammering on. She's got a French family, and is heading over to France in about a week's time for study or work or something. We chat and flirt occasionally in the kitchen, but I never manned the **** up and asked her out, despite getting some pretty strong signals that she'd be keen.
So one day, it's quiet in the cafe, and I'm up the back of the kitchen polishing cutlery when Ariana comes up to me and says "I'm going down to the toilet" and stares at me with this look as I say "ok", then she heads down. I thought "that was a bit weird" but it didn't hit me, because I was a **** and just thought she was letting me know in case the maitre'd asked where she was at or something. She comes back like 15 minutes later, acting weird, won't look at me, didn't talk to me for the rest of the shift. I didn't have another shift with her before she ended up **** off to France. It took until that night to dawn on me that it didn't make any sense to let the dishy know that she's going down to the toilet, and that I missed an opportunity for a quickie in the staff toilet with the cutest chick in the casino.
Only got the one missed opportunity I can think of: working at the casino in bris, doing a dishpig shift in Cafe 21, there's this waitress there, Ariana, incredibly gorgeous chick, the sort all the guys talk about wanting to **** when we're yammering on. She's got a French family, and is heading over to France in about a week's time for study or work or something. We chat and flirt occasionally in the kitchen, but I never manned the **** up and asked her out, despite getting some pretty strong signals that she'd be keen.
So one day, it's quiet in the cafe, and I'm up the back of the kitchen polishing cutlery when Ariana comes up to me and says "I'm going down to the toilet" and stares at me with this look as I say "ok", then she heads down. I thought "that was a bit weird" but it didn't hit me, because I was a **** and just thought she was letting me know in case the maitre'd asked where she was at or something. She comes back like 15 minutes later, acting weird, won't look at me, didn't talk to me for the rest of the shift. I didn't have another shift with her before she ended up **** off to France. It took until that night to dawn on me that it didn't make any sense to let the dishy know that she's going down to the toilet, and that I missed an opportunity for a quickie in the staff toilet with the cutest chick in the casino.
one fo the girls at highschool asked me if we wanted to hang sometime and to get my number i said no and contuned to play games on the computer i was on
Only got the one missed opportunity I can think of: working at the casino in bris, doing a dishpig shift in Cafe 21, there's this waitress there, Ariana, incredibly gorgeous chick, the sort all the guys talk about wanting to **** when we're yammering on. She's got a French family, and is heading over to France in about a week's time for study or work or something. We chat and flirt occasionally in the kitchen, but I never manned the **** up and asked her out, despite getting some pretty strong signals that she'd be keen.
So one day, it's quiet in the cafe, and I'm up the back of the kitchen polishing cutlery when Ariana comes up to me and says "I'm going down to the toilet" and stares at me with this look as I say "ok", then she heads down. I thought "that was a bit weird" but it didn't hit me, because I was a **** and just thought she was letting me know in case the maitre'd asked where she was at or something. She comes back like 15 minutes later, acting weird, won't look at me, didn't talk to me for the rest of the shift. I didn't have another shift with her before she ended up **** off to France. It took until that night to dawn on me that it didn't make any sense to let the dishy know that she's going down to the toilet, and that I missed an opportunity for a quickie in the staff toilet with the cutest chick in the casino.
For some reason I see her as ****. She didnt need to be so cryptic under such rediculous curcumstances.
For some reason I see her as ****. She didnt need to be so cryptic under such rediculous curcumstances.
It does seem like an arm touch, a glance over the shoulder, a nod... SOMETHING was in order. Still, I ALWAYS follow women to the toilet, so I wouldn't have had that problem.
_________________ "... And then, a staircase broke my legs. After crawling for 6 hours a magic zombie with X-Ray vision chased me through a door which crushed me and I bled to death."
bieltanman girls like heroes iff you had a face transplant and looked like that gangman guy or got a Justine Bieber haircut and clothes makeover you would be swamped with offers.
Or, how about this? You walk with a girl to her car or something some night, I'll jump out and pretend to mug you. You 'beat me up', and she's all like: "****, you're amazing! Put parts of you inside me!"
It's a perfect plan! What could go wrong!? I got your back, brother.
Heh heh heh, I'm gonna kill and rape you, son, in that order! HA HA HA HA! Gonna take your corpse butt cherry, then take your woman!
_________________ "... And then, a staircase broke my legs. After crawling for 6 hours a magic zombie with X-Ray vision chased me through a door which crushed me and I bled to death."
Ok Bee i think u need more culture not just going to clubs. You need to get tickets to this:
Godspeed You! Black Emperor Chevron Festival Gardens, Perth Mon 11 Feb / Alternative, Indie
Then u need to wear skinny black jeans and a simply plain black Tee (plain! no logo no funny saying no picture) and some sort of black footwear and go. Everyone there will look the same as you. The best thing to do when the band is playing is look at your foot. Maybe scribble down some random words in your diary that you brought along with you in case you thought of some really good random words while being inspired by the band.
Also talk to indie chicks as the drone music buzzes around.
Or, how about this? You walk with a girl to her car or something some night, I'll jump out and pretend to mug you. You 'beat me up', and she's all like: "****, you're amazing! Put parts of you inside me!"
It's a perfect plan! What could go wrong!? I got your back, brother.
Back in the day when I used to work at Red Rooster there was a chick I normally always worked with who liked to listen to me ****. Was she hinting that she wanted to **** me in the toilet, or was she just a weird *****?
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