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Post by billypilgrim on Mar 20, 2007 19:25:26 GMT -5
crazykittensmile said:
billypilgrim said:
"Can I get fries with that jiggly as_?"
hahaha, my ex boyfriend used to use one similar to that all the time if he was walking behind me
"can i get some fries with that shake?"
That's the reference I was going for.
Here's another: "My wife doesn't understand me."
I'm a lawyer (a fact I suspect will provoke some smiting). And I was defending a company that got sued for firing a guy who sexually harassed 3 women he worked with (persistent, unwelcome sexual advances). The guy they fired is claiming he didn't do anything to any of these women. So the case is going to trial and his wife's going to testify (about how emotionally devastating this has all been for him). Normally witnesses aren't allowed in the court room when other witnesses are testifying because you don't want them to be influenced. But he's asking for his wife to be able to sit in. It's clear that he's doing this for show. He wants to seem so confident in his ability to refute the claims of harassment that he doesn't mind his wife being their when the accusations are made in court. Big mistake. These women didn't know each other, didn't work together, and had nothing to gain by telling their stories. And all their stories began with him telling them his family pressured him to marry his wife and she didn't understand him. By the time the third one told the story, his poor wife looked ready to bite through steel. Losing the trial must have been a walk in the park compared to the grief she must have given him (and deservedly so). That's my "wife doesn't understand me" story.
Post by spookymonster on Apr 4, 2007 12:30:48 GMT -5
From the book The Game by Neil Strauss. It's an autobiographical tale of his time in the pick-up artist community. For his first attempt, his mentor tells him to approach a girl and say:
i'm going where the sun keeps shining, thru' the pouring rain, going where the weather suits my clothes. backing off of the north east wind, sailing on summer breeze, and skipping over the ocean like a stone.
"Remember my name now, because you'll be screaming it later." "Do you work for UPS? I could have sworn I saw you checking out my package." "What's a sexy woman like you doing in a dirty mind like mine?" "I may not be the best-looking guy in here, but I'm the only one talking to you." "So what haven't you been told tonight?" "Is it cold in here, or are you just happy to see me?" "I'd like to kiss you passionately on the lips, then move up to your belly button." "Excuse me, miss, do you give head to strangers? No. Well, then, allow me to introduce myself." "If you and I were squirrels could I bust a nut in your hole?" "Could I touch your belly button . . . from the inside?" "I'm not too good at algebra, but doesn't U+I = 69?" "(Approach a group of fine, young ladies) I'm gonna have sex with you, you, and you. Alright, who's first?"
"Music has always been a matter of energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio." -Hunter S. Thompson
