Chatting this morning, I was reminded of a couple of apocryphal corkers from yesteryear. Young (northern, for some reason) lad, nervous, somewhat the worse for wear approaches* big *girl on edge of dance floor with a view to inviting her for a grope an’ grind;
“’ello, yer don’t sweat much fer a fat lass” - Beautiful !
… meanwhile, his equally inept friend is approaching her mate;
“Yer so gorgeous, yer couldn’t fight me off with a shitty stick!”
Anyone got any other Titanic-sized chat up lines ?
Hey, that’s the one I thought of when I saw the title of the thread. BTW I don’t know if Ivor Biggun coined it or if he just quoted it in his beautiful song “I Could Be the Hot Dog and You Could Be the Bun”.
The “don’t sweat much for a fat lass” appeared in Sid the Sexist about fifteen years ago. Another doomed Sid line was “Do you like fruit? Well, how’d you like to suck me plums”. A visit to the infirmary inevitably ensued.
Dragwyr said:
This one has NEVER worked for me:
“Nice shoes. Wanna fuck?”
But it works for me every time Started using it in college and we’re married now!
Any reference to footwear in my house beyond “help me find my shoes” is usually about sex!
Actually, it pains me to say this but I do vaguely remember a red-wine induced horror story … it was an art gallery … something about her frame and a better mounting … <cringe> … oh dear, dear, dear …
Another one … why am I *doing * this … was a date at the cinema:
Girl: " Upstairs or downstairs ?"
Me: (looking her up and down) “Yes, it’s always a dilemma knowing where to start…”