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What I was going to post yesterday, before I got so painfully side tracked, was about the best worst pick-up line ever.
So, you know, I had my first weekend out since August. Among other things, the pesky pinched nerve put the brakes on me doing the RoboCop in public. Friday night we celebrated Bacardi Girl's birthday and went to a too cool for you, trendy la-la-land nightclub in Downtown L.A.
It was gangsta, yo! We had bottle service complete with a little box to lock-up the alcohol lest someone run up, swipe your beverage and chuck it over the balcony. I can picture it all now: "Bitch, that's my man." *Crunch* "Ha! Take that with your bottle service."
I got picked-up. But only just a little. He was really sweet, but I will admit to being a little put-off by the chest tattoos. Not that I mind tattoos, but they were a little more prison yard then I'm used to. Yes, I did give up the digits because, like I said, he was really sweet and you never know. He texted me on Sunday instead of calling and I dislike texting with a pretty firey passion. Oh, well, c'est la vie.
Now, Saturday night ... well, Saturday night was gold. We watched trollops in mini-skirts ride the bull over at Union Cattle. Union Cattle isn't my most favorite place to go because there's just nothing to do. I like dancing.
We left for pizza at Paisano's and I got eyeballed up by a scruffy surfer in a disreputable beanie hat. He had a cute smile and when he asked if he could talk to me, I said sure, why not.
First of all, let me say, homeboy had no Game at all whatsoever. And you don't have to be super-slick Playa Playa to impress me. Just decent convo will do. Alas! He had none. Then he made the miskate of kicking the second worst pick-up line ever.
Gameless: So, yeah. I'm looking to get kinda crazy tonight.
Me: Oh, yeah? (all the while eyeballing my pizza because I am HUNGRY.)
Gameless: Yeah, you know. A little crazy ... with anyone.
Me: *blink* Oh. Well, good luck with that. I have pizza waiting.
See me return promptly to my pizza.
Seriously?! I'm looking to get crazy with anyone? Dude, even if you have Game, that line is guaranteed to kill it dead with one shot.
Seriously. Dead.
So, you know, I had my first weekend out since August. Among other things, the pesky pinched nerve put the brakes on me doing the RoboCop in public. Friday night we celebrated Bacardi Girl's birthday and went to a too cool for you, trendy la-la-land nightclub in Downtown L.A.
It was gangsta, yo! We had bottle service complete with a little box to lock-up the alcohol lest someone run up, swipe your beverage and chuck it over the balcony. I can picture it all now: "Bitch, that's my man." *Crunch* "Ha! Take that with your bottle service."
I got picked-up. But only just a little. He was really sweet, but I will admit to being a little put-off by the chest tattoos. Not that I mind tattoos, but they were a little more prison yard then I'm used to. Yes, I did give up the digits because, like I said, he was really sweet and you never know. He texted me on Sunday instead of calling and I dislike texting with a pretty firey passion. Oh, well, c'est la vie.
Now, Saturday night ... well, Saturday night was gold. We watched trollops in mini-skirts ride the bull over at Union Cattle. Union Cattle isn't my most favorite place to go because there's just nothing to do. I like dancing.
We left for pizza at Paisano's and I got eyeballed up by a scruffy surfer in a disreputable beanie hat. He had a cute smile and when he asked if he could talk to me, I said sure, why not.
First of all, let me say, homeboy had no Game at all whatsoever. And you don't have to be super-slick Playa Playa to impress me. Just decent convo will do. Alas! He had none. Then he made the miskate of kicking the second worst pick-up line ever.
Gameless: So, yeah. I'm looking to get kinda crazy tonight.
Me: Oh, yeah? (all the while eyeballing my pizza because I am HUNGRY.)
Gameless: Yeah, you know. A little crazy ... with anyone.
Me: *blink* Oh. Well, good luck with that. I have pizza waiting.
See me return promptly to my pizza.
Seriously?! I'm looking to get crazy with anyone? Dude, even if you have Game, that line is guaranteed to kill it dead with one shot.
Seriously. Dead.
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Date: 2007-10-17 03:04 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2007-10-18 02:48 am (UTC)From:Good luck with that, Moron Surfer Dude!
(But really, that's exactly how a lot of guys think ... they're just smart enough not to say so.)
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Date: 2007-10-18 05:50 am (UTC)From: