Gobble, gobble, motherfucker...
Again, so much to write about, so little time and energy...
The quick and interesting anecdote I'd like to share today actually happened today, only I forgot to tell anyone afterwards, because by then I was too busy being distracted by young, nubile lesbians.
I was making a very quick, time-crunched stop to pick up some social lubricant for the evening's endeavours, PBR (the girls requested the brand, gotta love the cheap dates). In the checkout line, I asked for my change (something like eight bucks) back in singles. When the cashier kinda looked at me funny, I nonchalantly replied that I needed them for tipping later in the night. She gave me a somewhat knowing look, and said "OK, well you have FUN tonight." It took me a moment to catch up with the innuendo, and I replied back, "A case of beer, strippers, and hot young lesbians...how much more fun could it possibly be?" Then, when I notice that the girl behind me in line is a somewhat masculinely-dressed woman with a bottle of wine and a very short haircut, I immediately realized that my remark could potentially be slightly offensive, so I shot her an inclusive wink, and added "am I right?" She exclaims that she probably needs to come to my party instead, and I say the only thing I can say in that situation, "Sure, the more the merrier!" The cashier just sort of shakes her head as if to say, "Is it quitting time yet? And why have my last 12 customers all only had some kind of alcohol comprising the entirety of their purchases?" (perhaps not in those exact words...) Wine girl behind me changes the subject with a "Don't you just LOVE his voice?", and I take the opportunity to do my obligatory goodbye wave and invite everyone to have a fabulous rest of their weekends, and make my escape, beer in hand...
Not a terribly interesting and/or funny story, but not a bad pointless anecdote.
Things to maybe write about this week: (Comment on things y'all would like to read about, maybe that'll motivate me)
-What happened the rest of the night (duh!) ;)
-Home mushroom farming.
-Tryptophan-laden turkeys, miscellaneous TDay prep, and high stripper ratio TDay dinners.
-Stripper christmas parties and how to not get kicked out of them.
-DJing at the club, turnout on a holiday weekend, and workplace drama in a leisuretime establishment/industry.
-Weird phone calls/voicemail messages from the mothers of chicks I've slept with, who then disappear, about the possible whereabouts of their daughter. (Trust me, the story there isn't any less bizarre than that brief description sounded.)
-How I might better continue hitting on the hottie in Real Estate class
-Trackback and other statistical points of interest from various free providers. More specifically, how people are finding this site. (I may write about this one anyway, since I find it exceptionally interesting.)
The quick and interesting anecdote I'd like to share today actually happened today, only I forgot to tell anyone afterwards, because by then I was too busy being distracted by young, nubile lesbians.
I was making a very quick, time-crunched stop to pick up some social lubricant for the evening's endeavours, PBR (the girls requested the brand, gotta love the cheap dates). In the checkout line, I asked for my change (something like eight bucks) back in singles. When the cashier kinda looked at me funny, I nonchalantly replied that I needed them for tipping later in the night. She gave me a somewhat knowing look, and said "OK, well you have FUN tonight." It took me a moment to catch up with the innuendo, and I replied back, "A case of beer, strippers, and hot young lesbians...how much more fun could it possibly be?" Then, when I notice that the girl behind me in line is a somewhat masculinely-dressed woman with a bottle of wine and a very short haircut, I immediately realized that my remark could potentially be slightly offensive, so I shot her an inclusive wink, and added "am I right?" She exclaims that she probably needs to come to my party instead, and I say the only thing I can say in that situation, "Sure, the more the merrier!" The cashier just sort of shakes her head as if to say, "Is it quitting time yet? And why have my last 12 customers all only had some kind of alcohol comprising the entirety of their purchases?" (perhaps not in those exact words...) Wine girl behind me changes the subject with a "Don't you just LOVE his voice?", and I take the opportunity to do my obligatory goodbye wave and invite everyone to have a fabulous rest of their weekends, and make my escape, beer in hand...
Not a terribly interesting and/or funny story, but not a bad pointless anecdote.
Things to maybe write about this week: (Comment on things y'all would like to read about, maybe that'll motivate me)
-What happened the rest of the night (duh!) ;)
-Home mushroom farming.
-Tryptophan-laden turkeys, miscellaneous TDay prep, and high stripper ratio TDay dinners.
-Stripper christmas parties and how to not get kicked out of them.
-DJing at the club, turnout on a holiday weekend, and workplace drama in a leisuretime establishment/industry.
-Weird phone calls/voicemail messages from the mothers of chicks I've slept with, who then disappear, about the possible whereabouts of their daughter. (Trust me, the story there isn't any less bizarre than that brief description sounded.)
-How I might better continue hitting on the hottie in Real Estate class
-Trackback and other statistical points of interest from various free providers. More specifically, how people are finding this site. (I may write about this one anyway, since I find it exceptionally interesting.)
posted by Gene at 6:52 AM
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damn it...my mom called again?
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