Huh. The last time I was approached by giggling teenage girls…
a) they were drunk,
b) my best friend and I were walking down a country road near Huntsville, Ontario, and
c) they thought I sounded like Kermit the Frog.
Yes, but are you a teenager?
But the REAL question is, do you actually sound like Kermit the Frog? If so, I want sound clips 
[Bill Engvall] Duude?[/BE]
Phase, I’m afraid I require a cite in order to judge for myself just what these two young ladies were after. Make with the pictures.
I will remain silent on the issue, in the hopes of retaining some semblance of dignity.
Bzzt! The correct answer is, “How old do you want me to be?” Please make a note of it.
Well, y’know, jailbait and all that … (Well, technically, 16 is the age of consent in my state and they appeared to be older than that. Still … I try to stick to a “look but don’t touch” policy.) Anyway, after they were done talking to me, they continued across the parking lot and climbed into a huge 4x4 pickup with a couple guys who were waiting for them. Heh. Leave it to teenage boys to send the girls to try to get the beer.
Wait your turn!
Ladies! Ladies! I can help you both at once! No pushing!
I started sending my sister in after the beer when she was 12. We always let her use the change to buy candy or whatever.
That worked like a charm, as she was never questioned or refused service. They would have laughed me, at 16, out of those 7-11’s.
When I was in my early 20s, I went and hang out with my same-aged cousin at the Mini-Stop he was working at. An obviously alcoholic woman in her 40s came and proposed that if we brought the beer, we could party at her place. She looked like she had a rough life and I had no interest in the offer, but my cousin did. :eek:
Now that I’m in my 40s and look like I had a rough life, I’m sure the reverse will never happen.
Which is just fine with TokyoWife.
Come here young lady! :mad:
No, unfortunately. I can buy my own beer.
Where I come from, teenagers can buy their own beer. 
(Drinking, smoking, and voting age is 19. No, wait, we can vote at 18.)
Something like that happened to me once. (Daytime, coeds, waiting for trolley.) I got to spend about 30 seconds in My Happy Delusional Place, before realizing they were Mormon missionaries and they were just using me for my soul. Sob.
Maybe I should have offered to spank them. Or talked like Kermit.
Hey, that happened to me once too! I couldn’t believe my luck. It was shaping up to be like a really good porn movie.
“So, you wanna come with us…”
“Sure, babes, I’ll follow you anywhere…”
“…to a Bible study group?”
“…except there.”
A few years ago I was waiting alone at a bus stop, reading a book while I waited. A little black Honda Prelude drove by and came to a screeching halt just past me. The passenger door opened, and out climbed a smoking hot brunette in a white blouse, stretchy black miniskirt, black stockings, and black spike heels. And she briskly walked straight toward me.
“Daaaaayum!” I thought to myself. “I must be dreaming!”
“Hi!” she said. “I see you like to read! Can I interest you in some different reading material?” And she offered me a copy of The Watchtower.
My “Daaaaayum!” changed to “Well shit.” I mumbled, “Um, no thanks, I have plenty to read.”
“Okay. Have a nice day!” She turned on her heel and let me watch her damn fine ass get back in the car a zoom away. Sigh.
The first option is always good. The second, well …
37 posts and nobody’s called for a cite on Phase42’s part?
From my Pagan point of view, that’s almost false advertising. A sect that dislikes sex (tolerating it only for marriage and procreation) and wants you to subordinate yourself to the dictates of God instead of the pleasures of the world… using sex to lure people in?
Glad to see it didn’t work.
Let’s just say that it’s not easy being green.
See post # 24.