Why can't I stop laughing :wacko:?
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Ooh, thats fresh. :)
Somewhere out there is a very happy garbage man.
And possibly a very fugly wife who is not being attended to.
About 6ft high, and about twice the size of an average fat person. :wacko:
Red Shoe Diaries, narrated by David Duchovny. :<3:
Yup. Yup we were. :top:
... that just so happens to be exactly my type.
Notes.
You must give them to me.
NOW!
(Seriously. I have to ask... what do you do in a used book store for any length of time? I always feel like a tool just milling around looking at spines for stuff that I'm not interested in, and don't feel right just standing there reading something I've yet to pay for. But potentially hot women who are at least semi-literate is always a win, and daddy hasn't gotten any in a llloooonnnggg time)
Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels downloaded and about to be watched.
YES. SO MUCH. Walking down the street reading X rated letters. Brilliance. Although I had a theory that off camera that writer guy fucked his dog.
You shall be my wingman. :wacko:
Just do exactly that. It's all about presence. Stop feeling like a tool and just sort of hang around browsing or reading a chapter or two of a random book. The sort of people that run those places don't generally care, especially if you happen to buy something eventually or grab the occasional cup of coffee they sell on the side. As for the women part, just make conversation. Helping people find a book is a great start. If you know your books, you can even have a conversation about it. Think your game shop trips, except you're the helpful one and eventually scoring happens. :wacko:
Also, a lot of the women you'd find reading tend to be the sort who aren't especially great with men. Often the shy sort.
In short, just as desperate as you. :wacko:
I'm sure somewhere there's fanart of this. I just don't have the heart to look.
Suits tend to scream "I'm trying to hard and may be a rapist". Business Casual up. :wacko:
Yeah, 16 months is a bit crazy. It hasn't even been 16 hours since some girl showed me her tits. And I'm already getting withdrawal.
They sure are. Just avoid the twilight fans.
Also, anyone browsing the Anne Rice bin. Seriously, RUN.
I usually go button up shirt and blue jeans.
... and tattoos.
... and Edmonton Oilers hat.
... no wonder I can't get a date.
16 months since the last time I've had sex.Quote:
Originally Posted by Raype
If I didn't masturbate every night, my right nut would be huge.
Oh, wai-
Wiser words have never been spoken in any forum, be it film, television, radio or literature.Quote:
Originally Posted by Raype
It took the Internet to pass on this valuable piece of information.
And, to be fair, it's not for lack of opportunities. I just... have a certain type that I find appealing, and a certain type that I find unappealing. And it seems that the only dates I was able to get for a while were the unappealing types.
And while I'm desperate to shove my dick in something right now, I still have standards.
Horrible, horrible standards.
Or just a general lack of standards.
I wonder how many kids have been named Harry and Hermoine in the past ten years.
The answer? Probably too many.
And while getting chicks because you share a name with someone from a book seems like easy work, these are Twilight fangirls. I wouldn't wish them upon anyone.
Also, it upsets me because no one famous shares my name, and is cool.
Well, okay. There is one.
And trust me, it serves me well.
See. I'm a guy.
I buy clothes when they are on heavy clearance.
This pair of jeans? $8.
And they fit perfectly fine, and look just like every other pair of jeans.
And if they rip? I won't care.
Because they are jeans.
But you can still feel stuff.
Stuff that is not where it is supposed to be.
Also, hairy forearms.
That does not bode well for what they keep hidden.