Last night, during a particularly romantic moment, my husband leered,
‘‘I move that your pants be stricken from the record.’’
:rolleyes:
I still maintain that this is the very best example I have ever heard in this regard:
A woman was sitting on the couch in the dorm room of a rather unusual acquaintance, watching a movie. He turned to her, pants askew, and with an utterly earnest and nervous expression asked,
‘‘Would you like to touch Mr. Pickle?’’
It took every shred of her decency not to burst into hysterical laughter.
I remember the Mr. Pickle story! That’s got to be the all time winner.
One time, a guy was hitting on me. Noticing that I was wearing a Pink Floyd T-shirt, he told me a long, involved story about how he actually met Pink Floyd and shook his hand. (I know, it doesn’t quite fit the thread but it’s all I can come up with right now).
Too funny! (I for one know that Pink Floyd doesn’t like to shake hands. He’s more into fisting.)
If this thread can include miserably failed pickups, I’ve got one.
“Hey, hot mama, you so hot! OK, just ignore me! Bitch! You are a stupid fucking bitch! Go to hell, bitch!” This went on for about 15 minutes. Over a distance of maybe 150 feet.
I once played bridge with Jethro Tull, Pink Floyd and Lynard Skynard. Lynard is terrible.
Since I’m a guy there is no such thing as something dorky someone has said to try and seduce me.
Went on a date with a guy to see “Man with The Golden Gun.” Afterwards, we were necking on the couch at my parent’s house, and he whispered seductively (so he thought, anyway) to me, “I want to put my golden gun in your golden cove!”