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10-08-2009, 09:23 PM
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I laughed.
My friend Nino was giving us one of his "she wants me, her too, and her and her and her" rants at the Copa (a bar) on South St. a few weeks ago. We normally just go along with it and nod our heads up and down, but this time we saw a wounded elk (drunk plumper) eyeing us up. We lied and told him that she was scoping him, and gave him "the look". He went over (after a few minutes of ball breaking) and asked her if she wanted to go bar hopping with us. We decided to just stay there for the night and had this dead weight along with us. We told him to just put the moves on her or kabosh it. We were encouraging him to ask her if he could fill her belly button up with some 98.6, knowing he was knuckleheaded enough to do it. The look on her face was priceless as he was being the pig that he is. She threw a margarita on him (that he bought), grabbed her mute friend and rolled out the side door. Classic scene, but it serves him right.
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10-09-2009, 08:19 AM
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Felix Unger talking to Oscar Madison: "Your horse could finish third by 20 lengths and they still pay you? And you have been losing money for all these years?!"
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