The following Dodgers have been smited by the JDK for their crimes against Jam:
All the girls! for picking on the JDK and damaging his already delicate self esteem!
The Basserd Who Nicked Copper's Stuff For the offense of nicking Copper's stuff. You are a tw*t, whoever you are and we all hope you get run over by a tram in Nottingham. Or Liverpool. Or whereever else they have trams!
Copper For the crime of playing with her Wii instead of her Jammie pals!
Because Nate hasnt replied to this string in 10 hours it is a disting possibility that she was indeed a blood sucking alien - and now the blood is sucked -
Or he's in bed due to the time difference.....
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I'll take arrogance and the inevitable hubris over self-doubt and lack of confidence.
"Everyone has a plan, until they get punched in the face" - Mike Tyson
Well, I had a few strong shots of booze, a few cigarettes and made the call. Voice mail with no return call.
Nice hit list Sharon, I suspect the answer does lie in their somewhere. I'm going to guess 1,2,3 or 9. If this person had been cap-challenged historically, I might say 8, but she's clearing hollering at me for effect.
I kind of wish it did Stead. Unfortunately the situation's far more convoluted. We went out on a few dates, and then we didn't call each other for a few months. It probably was never a situation where one of said, 'that's it.'
The funniest bit about it was that I was @ happy hour with my old man, and he bird-dogged after I commented on how she didn't strike me as having roughed up with the ugly stick. SPO, you can be my wingman any day!
Actually, I should tell the whole 'meeting' story as the whole thing is funny (in my estimation).
So SPO's in there laying it down really thick. "You've got to meet my son, he's good looking, well endowed, has a rapist's wit, blah blah blah" For like 45 minutes. Meanwhile, the 'Swede' showed up and I'm getting roughed up with him, a litre of beer in one hand and a shot of Rumple in the other. So, eventually, I look back over the old man, and he's still working it, so I buy her a beer.
I invite her to shoot pool with us, to which she agrees. She comments about my Dad, "your friend really thinks I need to meet his son, do you know him?" I says "Yep, he's a clown."
So, anyway, the evening’s progressing as is my level of inebriation. The old man takes off, and we head to a quaint bar, and now we're drinking martini's. By 2 am I'm blacked out, can barely stand up, can't form coherent sentences. She's not sober either (I think, don't recall). So I slur out “yer not driving anywhere.” I live downtown, she does not, so we catch a cab back to my place. At which point I says, “You're in the bed, and I'm on the couch." Then promptly pass out on the couch.
I wake up the next morning, we're both laying on the bed, top of the covers, fully dressed. Not sure how that happened… So we're watching football, and my old man who was staying with me (long story) gets out of the shower, cooks up breakfast then flies to Amsterdam.
Quite a deal eh. This year's going to be an interesting read in my memoirs I believe.
Well, actually, I think I'm innocent here, trying to be gentleman in fact, while a drunk one at that point in time.
I am told that I followed a process that I usually follow. Nod off on couch, wake up @ 5 am, migrate towards bed. I am also told that my activity woke her up and she elected to migrate that way as well as she was sleeping on the couch as well, despite my advisement to do otherwise.
But this is all second hand news, I couldn't tell you one way or another. For all I know, she manipulated the situation!
You definitely ask the tough questions Darren! In my hungover state of bewilderment, I didn’t even think to ask him. If I had to speculate, I’d have to say it’s either:
1)He was tired of fixing me and my friends breakfast
The second of these would seem to imply that you and this female associate are, in fact wheels. Surely a third wheel would simply provide further stability.
That said, perhaps he was not comfortable in a 3 way relationship...
I'm not so certain of three-wheel stability, I crashed my tricycle many a day.
Ah, I feel another personal story coming on.
So, I'm five years old and at the family reunion. It's at a park and there's this metal duck on a large spring that you kind of go back and forth on. I must have clipped myself one way or another, and not realizing my Grandma and some of her sisters were listening, I proclaim "This God damned duck is dangerous!"
Back to the old man. Yeah, it's hard to say, maybe he just wanted to go pick up a brick of hash or something.
Ah, thank you sir. It's been a great pleasure contributing the bored and the cause.
Right, aligned, like a meeting of the minds.
Actually, Grandma celebrated the event, as she has from time to time since.
The irony is that my father as a wee lad, also 5, answered the door to find the towns pastor standing there. The pastor inquired "Is your father available?" To which SPO says "Yep, he's out in the God damned barn."