Hi, Guest
07-24-2005, 01:40 AM
The liver was functioning with supreme efficiency lastnight, and while I know I was an absolute mess (that was our bill at the deli I paid, right?), I was quite focused on the task at hand -- observing and engaging cougars in their natural environment, Crocodile Hunter Style™
Anyways, back to the story at hand.. I want to put straight the age total of the table of ladies i was talking to.. let's do some math!
not bad, eh? You guys should call me Crocodile Hunter. I won their hearts by understating their ages by at least 10 years.... and the 47yr old was the hottest of the bunch (the one in the pink).
of course, the beer goggles were on thick, and i swear there was another chick making eyes at me who I was going to try before news reached me that a fellow compatriot had fallen under the constant assault of inebriants.
The walk back to my place was a slow, meandering one, the pace broken only once by a carefully deposited batch of wings by the curb.
Being the pal I try to be, I offer to wake up our sole casualty the next morning at 6am so that he can get to work later in the morning, but unbeknownst to me at the time, I had set the alarm clock for 6pm instead of 6am... fortunately, he got up on his own and was on his merry way this morning, as if he hadn't even had a drop of alcohol the night before.
I went back to bed, nursed my hangover a bit, and am now at work, ordering in some bento for lunch... t'was a good night guys!
and while I'm not sure about the whole 'control factor' thing*, I couldn't have split a bartab with a more worthy fish from another pond.
*the control center shut down for the evening, the body went into automatic alcohol filter mode... too bad we didn't get everyone to kaorioke lastnight. :P
So Raine, has the gf given back your balls yet?
Anyways, back to the story at hand.. I want to put straight the age total of the table of ladies i was talking to.. let's do some math!
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170not bad, eh? You guys should call me Crocodile Hunter. I won their hearts by understating their ages by at least 10 years.... and the 47yr old was the hottest of the bunch (the one in the pink).
of course, the beer goggles were on thick, and i swear there was another chick making eyes at me who I was going to try before news reached me that a fellow compatriot had fallen under the constant assault of inebriants.
The walk back to my place was a slow, meandering one, the pace broken only once by a carefully deposited batch of wings by the curb.
Being the pal I try to be, I offer to wake up our sole casualty the next morning at 6am so that he can get to work later in the morning, but unbeknownst to me at the time, I had set the alarm clock for 6pm instead of 6am... fortunately, he got up on his own and was on his merry way this morning, as if he hadn't even had a drop of alcohol the night before.
I went back to bed, nursed my hangover a bit, and am now at work, ordering in some bento for lunch... t'was a good night guys!
and while I'm not sure about the whole 'control factor' thing*, I couldn't have split a bartab with a more worthy fish from another pond.
*the control center shut down for the evening, the body went into automatic alcohol filter mode... too bad we didn't get everyone to kaorioke lastnight. :P
So Raine, has the gf given back your balls yet?
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