So the cold or whatever seems to be going away. I must say it REALLY sucks being sick over the weekend. I got a 3 day weekend out of it but, damn I didnt do anything.
As for a story...... I got nuthin. I have to work at midnight so I'll just copy/paste and old blog entry - deal with it.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Help I've been cockblocked and I can't get up!
Of all the low down dirty....
Oh hi, why is it when some guys see another guy talking to a woman he feels the need to interrupt. You dirty bastards out there know who you are. It doesn't matter what his relationship status is, he will but his ugly hairy ass in.
This morning, I use morning loosley, I was at a Speedway gas station picking up some smokes and a Dew. I felt bad enough because I am trying to motivate myself to quit. When I put the Dew up on the counter the girl scanned it and asked for the money. This is the part where I asked for smokes. It was a stall effort to think of something to say. I have a problem when i see a female I am even slightly interested in. I forget all the cleverness I normally exhibit, all the well articulated (smirk) thoughts that I have in mind, and all the swearing that I do vanishes. That says something because I have been working around truck drivers for about 15 years.
It was time to pay the piper and what do you know - no cash so, I whip out the debit card. Just as she goes to swipe it she sees on the back that it says "see id". After turning a lovely shade of red she asks for my ID. It was kind of awesome because I came up with something to untie my tounge. "I had one stolen once and they were able to forge my signature." And off we go just talking. See once I get past the initial knots and there is a subject I can hold and even move a conversation. "Holy Hell" I'm thinking I finally got her talking and it only took 2 weeks, 24 Mountain Dews, and 14 packs of cigarettes!
Then it happened.....
"I am looking for my wife" I hear from over my shoulder. "Her name is ____" I felt like hitting the dude up the side of his head with a lead pipe all the while screaming "AND THUS TO ALL COCKBLOCKERS!!!!" But, alas, my good sense and fear of becoming some guy named Bubba's girl and thus wanting some of the cockblocking prevailed. I just left.
So to all you cockblocking bastards out there, find your own fuckin clerk when you see a guy having a conversation with the hottie behind the counter. It's not like it was busy and it's not like there wasn't 3 other people behind the counter.
Bastige.
As for a story...... I got nuthin. I have to work at midnight so I'll just copy/paste and old blog entry - deal with it.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Help I've been cockblocked and I can't get up!
Of all the low down dirty....
Oh hi, why is it when some guys see another guy talking to a woman he feels the need to interrupt. You dirty bastards out there know who you are. It doesn't matter what his relationship status is, he will but his ugly hairy ass in.
This morning, I use morning loosley, I was at a Speedway gas station picking up some smokes and a Dew. I felt bad enough because I am trying to motivate myself to quit. When I put the Dew up on the counter the girl scanned it and asked for the money. This is the part where I asked for smokes. It was a stall effort to think of something to say. I have a problem when i see a female I am even slightly interested in. I forget all the cleverness I normally exhibit, all the well articulated (smirk) thoughts that I have in mind, and all the swearing that I do vanishes. That says something because I have been working around truck drivers for about 15 years.
It was time to pay the piper and what do you know - no cash so, I whip out the debit card. Just as she goes to swipe it she sees on the back that it says "see id". After turning a lovely shade of red she asks for my ID. It was kind of awesome because I came up with something to untie my tounge. "I had one stolen once and they were able to forge my signature." And off we go just talking. See once I get past the initial knots and there is a subject I can hold and even move a conversation. "Holy Hell" I'm thinking I finally got her talking and it only took 2 weeks, 24 Mountain Dews, and 14 packs of cigarettes!
Then it happened.....
"I am looking for my wife" I hear from over my shoulder. "Her name is ____" I felt like hitting the dude up the side of his head with a lead pipe all the while screaming "AND THUS TO ALL COCKBLOCKERS!!!!" But, alas, my good sense and fear of becoming some guy named Bubba's girl and thus wanting some of the cockblocking prevailed. I just left.
So to all you cockblocking bastards out there, find your own fuckin clerk when you see a guy having a conversation with the hottie behind the counter. It's not like it was busy and it's not like there wasn't 3 other people behind the counter.
Bastige.
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Playme something and inspire me if you want a poem so bad. lol Or we could use it as a story."SO last night I played for Mistress (insert funny happenings here). Or your last option would be to suck it up and go through my journal and read my old poems and what not. There's tons of them. But thats about all I can give you at the moment.
And OH OH what Speedway were you at?
Probably one out by you right.
Also I promise I don't bite...hard.
I'm just uber friendly.lol
But I can settle for an email.
So I ask nicely Puleeeeeasee
Preety Please with sugar on top.