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his well-shorn nether region appendage when he ordered that in a Wisconsin tavern.
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I’ve seen that happen in real life....it isn’t pretty.
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.....my buddy and I knew that they weren’t interested in us, but they were too young to order drinks (you may recall the days when they let the underagers in the bar).
We had been chewing Copenhagen and using our old glasses to spit into. These girls sat down, and one of them just grabbed the glass of what looked like beer with a head on it and gulped. I tried to say, “Nooooo!” But it was too late. I think that there must have been a long hooney in there because it seemed like she had to complete the gulp before spitting it out and running to the bathroom.
Between gagging and laughing and trying to get enough air in between not to pass out, we explained to her friend what happened. She left in a huff.
A few minutes later, they sent over some guys to “talk to us”, but when we told them the story, they were also laughing too hard to hurt us.
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