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Pat Dye Field => War Damn Eagle => Topic started by: Lurking Tiger on February 22, 2008, 12:04:53 AM
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I just ran into Tubs in Little Rock. He is here for the Hall of Fame thing.
No one else at the restaurant recognized him and we spoke for about five minutes. I told him I was pretty sure AR already hired a new coach (I was drunk, so what.) He laughed.
We are lucky to have him.
His pants were pressed.
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Thanks for stealing my Joe Whitt thunder...
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Thanks for stealing my Joe Whitt thunder...
Suck it.
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This thread was absolutely worthless until you told me his pants were pressed...
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This thread was absolutely worthless until you told me his pants were pressed...
Gay guys notice things like that.
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Gay guys notice things like that.
You need some remedial woopig training.
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His pants were pressed.
Leftover catfish fillets?
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Leftover catfish fillets?
Nibbled down to an uncanny resemblance of Paw Paw.
I got them on ebay right now.
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Mark, you travel more than a Gypsy. I am impressed. :vn:
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Mark, you travel more than a Gypsy. I am impressed. :vn:
They prefer to be called "Romani".
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Mark, you travel more than a Gypsy. I am impressed. :vn:
I’ll tell you another story from my travels last week.
I was in Tampa and the guy I was with wanted to go to a titay bar. This guy is in his late fifties and is the stereotypical New York Italian. The first club we went to had booze, but no nudity. We left immediately.
The second club had nudity but no booze. Not ideal, but an improve over club number one.
The whores keep trying to get us to go back to the VIP area. I keep saying no. It’s $75 at a minimum.
After a while, they run a special for the VIP area and I go back. – I have very little willpower. My colleague ventures back right after I do. Anyway, about halfway through he first song I hear one of the girls yell “You can’t touch me there. You’re bad.” Since titay fondling was actually encouraged, I can figure out pretty quickly where the offender went.
When we left, I asked my frien if it was him. He said, in his best Brooklyn accent, “Yeah, it was me. For twenty-five fuckin’ dollars, all I get is to feel some who-as tits ? Fuck dat. … I slipped my finger in her pussy”
I laughed so hard I almost peed myself. The thought of this little old man with his finger in some skank’s twat and the look of surprise on her face.
If it had been one of us ? They would still be beating the shit out of us.
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I’ll tell you another story from my travels last week.
I was in Tampa and the guy I was with wanted to go to a titay bar. This guy is in his late fifties and is the stereotypical New York Italian. The first club we went to had booze, but no nudity. We left immediately.
The second club had nudity but no booze. Not ideal, but an improve over club number one.
The whores keep trying to get us to go back to the VIP area. I keep saying no. It’s $75 at a minimum.
After a while, they run a special for the VIP area and I go back. – I have very little willpower. My colleague ventures back right after I do. Anyway, about halfway through he first song I hear one of the girls yell “You can’t touch me there. You’re bad.” Since titay fondling was actually encouraged, I can figure out pretty quickly where the offender went.
When we left, I asked my frien if it was him. He said, in his best Brooklyn accent, “Yeah, it was me. For twenty-five fuckin’ dollars, all I get is to feel some who-as tits ? Fuck dat. … I slipped my finger in her pussy”
I laughed so hard I almost peed myself. The thought of this little old man with his finger in some skank’s twat and the look of surprise on her face.
If it had been one of us ? They would still be beating the shit out of us.
Glad to see the Mons Venus is keepin' it real.