Inspired by this thread, and a personal running observation all along . . .
I honestly believe that every state I go to passes a Tripler Act, solely stating that I am not allowed to get laid. Dates may be permissible, but one may not kiss me on the cheek without a background-search intensive permit.
The ND Century Code doesn’t specifically enumerate a 15-foot “female free” clear zone, but I believe they’re working on that too . . .
This is great and all, and I do appreciate the help but apparently up here in North Dakota the writ of Habeas Corpus doesn’t apply to me because nobody wants to “have the body”. . .
Tripler
That was a li’l legal joke I just thought up. . .
It’s worse than you can imagine. Black helicopters and blue helmets. We’re talking UN ordinances and international prohibition against your getting laid.
You’d best forget about getting any legally, and instead start marketing yourself as a person of such tremendous sexual prowess, that entire nations tremble at the thought of your crossing their borders and wooing their populations.
Hey, let’s face it, the governments of so many nations can’t all be wrong. You’re the ultimate underworld sexual icon, so watch out world.
No, wait, we’re talking about me here . . .
Ya know, Tripler, aka Rob Baran originally from New Jersey.
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And clayton, was that a poke at me? It must have been a poke at me, because I don’t see anyone else here. You must be poking at me. . .
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So who’s the stud using your name in the People Pages? You know, that fellow in the cockpit of the military jet? That fellow withthe warm smile relaxing in the evening at camp?
Sheesh, just count the offers you’ve had in this thread.
Sorry, pal, but it’s time you faced reality. The civilized world is in awe and fear of your sexual prowess, which has led to the legislation against your getting laid. Don’t take it laying down.