[QUOTE=Foxy40]
Oh please! I was the life of the darn party and all you cows were just jealous that I still have “it” and you don’t.
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Hey, c’mon baby. Don’t be like that. You’re just too much woman for those young 'uns.
[QUOTE=Mr. Moto]
Did you misspell this?
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“What a twat. Good rint?”
I think I speak for everyone when I say…
EEEeeewwww!!!
Another good party guideline: Don’t throw ice cubes at random bar patrons.
For the first four points, I thought this was a very strange guy.
In any case, I feel rather embarrassed for said cougar. I’ve been around people like this before, and it just made me sad. Once upon in their lives, they were the center of the party. Then they woke up one day with bleached-blonde hair, rawhide skin, saggy boobs and the same brain they had the day before.
:eek: I’ll have to remember to not sit on the furniture at parties…
[QUOTE=RedRosesForMe]
- If you insist on wearing that miniskirt anyway, please put on some underpants. It’s bad enough that you sat on the porch wall with legs spread (at exactly eye level to those on the bench across from you) and bent over exposing both ass and crotch, but no underpants?! Don’t be so dense that the horrified screams, comments about never eating tacos again, and wanting to pour bleach in one’s eyes go right over your head.
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I threw up a little bit when I read this part.
What does this woman do for a living?
[QUOTE=Slithy Tove]
From my observation, guys in their horny twenties love to have sex with middle-aged and/or heavy women. They just don’t want anyone else to know they’re doing it. If everyone would just exercise a little decorum they’d all get all the hot monkey lovin’ they want.
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No argument here! But then, why should there be? 
Two guesses as to why she got invited to the party in the first place.
[QUOTE=Lizard]
What does this woman do for a living?
No argument here! But then, why should there be? Two guesses as to why she got invited to the party in the first place.
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She works with a friend of mine at a student loan consoolidation company. Basically, she’s a telemarketer. But I do seem to recall earlier in the evening (when I was still trying to engage her in conversation) she said something about being an accountant. For the life of me I can’t remember what she said about school/CPA/whatever, but it was such a ridiculous statement that I thought, “Wow, what an idiotic thing to say.” That was my first clue something wasn’t right with this woman.
The guy who invited her has a girlfriend. Like I said, he has a really high tolerance for annoying people. He left and went home with her after she got kicked out (she lives 2 blocks away), but I really hope it was to prevent any animosity in the workplace, not for other reasons. It was quite funny when his girlfriend stopped by after work to pick him up, and we had to explain that he went home with some drunk old cougar. :eek:
[QUOTE=RedRosesForMe]
The guy who invited her has a girlfriend. Like I said, he has a really high tolerance for annoying people. He left and went home with her after she got kicked out (she lives 2 blocks away), but I really hope it was to prevent any animosity in the workplace, not for other reasons. It was quite funny when his girlfriend stopped by after work to pick him up, and we had to explain that he went home with some drunk old cougar. :eek:
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How long again did it take him to walk Cougar those two blocks, ensconce her in her digs, and walk back? I mean, that’s all he did, right? :dubious:
Another vote for “You have been pitting the *second *worst person at the party…”
Hmm… until it got to some gender specific identifiers, I was thinking this thread was about me :o
[QUOTE=Frostillicus]
[QUOTE=RedRosesForMe]
6. If you insist on wearing that miniskirt anyway, please put on some underpants. It’s bad enough that you sat on the porch wall with legs spread (at exactly eye level to those on the bench across from you) and bent over exposing both ass and crotch, but no underpants?! Don’t be so dense that the horrified screams, comments about never eating tacos again, and wanting to pour bleach in one’s eyes go right over your head.
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I threw up a little bit when I read this part.
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I did a sex wee.
A wha?.. Huh??
[QUOTE=niblet_head]
A wha?.. Huh??
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Uhhhh huhhuh huh huh huh hhhuh huh…he jizzed.
Is her name Rita?
[QUOTE=DudleyGarrett]
For the first four points, I thought this was a very strange guy.
In any case, I feel rather embarrassed for said cougar. I’ve been around people like this before, and it just made me sad. Once upon in their lives, they were the center of the party. Then they woke up one day with bleached-blonde hair, rawhide skin, saggy boobs and the same brain they had the day before.
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I had the same first impression
And yeah, this story is sad. Poor old washed up bubble head.
So, ya got her phone number?
It was the tattoo on her left bicep, the one just below the winged Greyhound Bus and right above the snarling wolf with a 7 foot long penis.
I keep envisioning Horatio Sanz in drag, as his “Carol” character from Saturday Night Live.
[QUOTE=Uvula Donor]
Uhhhh huhhuh huh huh huh hhhuh huh…he jizzed.
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Oh! Well… I… uh… yeah, ok… thanks…
