oh yeah… something I forgot
oh yeah... something I forgot to mention about last night and The Big Easy. I love that bar... L-O-V-E that bar however, the urinals in the men's room are fucking ridiculously high. I can barely pee in them... even on tippy toes. Who designed this fucking bathroom? Basketball stars? Ridiculous. Also, I have mentioned this before, but I'll say it again. I hate it when guys leave the men's room without washing their hands [he bites tongue repeatedly to prevent long winded soapbox rant]. As for the "something strange" happening at the bar (which I had forgotten about until Miah mentioned it in a comment)... I got hit on. The fact that some girl walked up to me and hit on me is not the strange part... that happens often... the strange part is that my platonic friend who also happens to be a girl was sitting right there when it happened as a witness. The girl walks up, points at my friend and says loud enough for her to hear (I'm not sure she did), "Is that your girlfriend?"... so forth and so on. I think that's a little balzy (which is a good thing) and rude (which is a bad thing). I mean, I think a woman being a tastefully aggressive is sexy as hell, but practically interrupting a conversation to throw down the mack and cheese? I believe some cool points are lost in the process. I gave her a polite brush off and tried to be low key about it, but as soon as she walked away, my friend said, "You just got hit on. I can't believe that just happened. Why are you always getting hit on?" This statement made me uncomfortable. It implied that I have something to do with it or instigate in some way. I know she was kidding and I know that there is no confusion about our friendship, so it wasn't one of those comments, but still... it just was weird. Another strange situation was John. John introduced himself to me as "John the Asshole" as I recognized him from the Houston Blues Society Open Jam last week... he was the little old man walking around flipping everyone off and saying "yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh baby" repeatedly. That guy kills me. I am definitely looking for him next time I'm there... instant smile. Harlem Slim was playing a Dobro. I need one of those. I don't believe in putting up some kind of wish list like you see on a lot of blogournals (word stolen without permission from Melly), but if you're loaded with cash and are burning inside to buy something for a stranger. Clayton wants a Dobro. Just say it over and over and over...
er, um, how often do you see this phenomenon of guys not washing their hands before leaving the restroom?
ALL THE TIME!
it happens EVERY SINGLE TIME i go in a public men’s room… maybe 1 out of 5 or 7 guys will wash after touching their naughty bits… TROLLS!!!
i like the smell of my penis on my hands and the saltiness of the sweat on my fingers....
Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro. Clayton wants a Dobro…
eck. i am never touching men again.
“eck. i am never touching men again.”
Sounds like another celibataire is in the works!
And, “THE UFOs!! THE UFOs!!”....I was just singing ‘The Ballad of Curtis Lowe’ today....
Now you HAVE to buy a dobro, so I can sing, “Ah gotcher drankin’ moneyyyy / tune up yore dough-broughhhh....”
Just a thought. Or two.
I’ve always thought it kind of insulting that some men clean their hands *after* going to the toilet ... are they really that bad an aim or is their member just that disgusting?
Unless you are in the habbit of pissing on your hands I don’t see what needs cleaning ... unless you have a dirty todger of course, but mine is shiney clean all the time and so if anything I should wash my hands before touching it to keep it clean.
Anyhoo ...
hand washing before doing your business is out of respect to you
hand washing after you finish your business is out of respect to others
just because you love the way your own farts smell doesn’t mean your date does
2 cents
I’m taking tongs everywhere I go now.
A very attractive lady goes up to a bar in a quiet rural pub.
She gestures alluringly to the bartender who comes over immediately.
When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face closer to hers.
When he does she begins to gently caress his full beard.
“Are you the manager?” she asks, softly stroking his face with both hands.
“Actually, no,” the man replied.
“Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him” she says, running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.
“I’m afraid I can’t,” breathes the bartender, “Is there anything I can do?”
“Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message, “ she continues, running her forefinger across the bartender’s lips and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.
“What should I tell him?” the bartender manages to say.
“Tell him,” she whispers, “there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room.”
hahahahahaha
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