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and she hootered me right in the eye , twice ,
and the second time she so , " oh did i boomp your nose " ,
and she told me my eye color is her favourite eye color

I was getting blood drawn, and I close my eyes, hate to see

needles...I

have my arm extended, and I'm pumping my hand open and shut, to

flex a

vein. I open an eye and realize I'm stroking the underside of the
womans breast. She didn't move. I stopped and said "sorry". She

said

it was ok. It was ok for me too.

She 'hootered you'. in the eye no less.

i think they know , they just pretend they don't ,
women are good pretenders if you ask me

I saw one in the grocery store this morning. Bouncy, blonde, the kind
of woman who would make a bishop kick out a stained glass window. I
look. she looks, looks away. I think they don't know what to do. I
certainly didn't. But when I got in the truck, I said, "God, could ya
send me one o' those? I been good..."

sometimes the direct approach works ,
but i like to be sure first or at least ,
in a state where i won't feel a face slap

I hear ya, but that nearly got me married to old ' what's her name' 20
years ago.
Nah, ya gotta have cast iron balls the size of cantaloupes to go up to
a stranger. I have a friend who did that always, straight as an arrow.
Got dates always, and not Tom Cruise. I always counted on fate. I'm
gonna die alone on some frozen tundra, clutching a picture of old '
what's her name' who in my demented state has the only name i can
remember. I think it rhymed with a female body part.

yea its called Seinfeld

On 29 Nov 2006 14:52:54 -0800, "Brianversion" <brianguitar@gmail.com>
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and she hootered me right in the eye , twice ,
and the second time she so , " oh did i boomp your nose " ,
and she told me my eye color is her favourite eye color

I was getting blood drawn, and I close my eyes, hate to see

needles...I

have my arm extended, and I'm pumping my hand open and shut, to

vein. I open an eye and realize I'm stroking the underside of

womans breast. She didn't move. I stopped and said "sorry".

said

it was ok. It was ok for me too.

She 'hootered you'. in the eye no less.

i think they know , they just pretend they don't ,
women are good pretenders if you ask me

I saw one in the grocery store this morning. Bouncy, blonde, the

of woman who would make a bishop kick out a stained glass window. I
look. she looks, looks away. I think they don't know what to do. I
certainly didn't. But when I got in the truck, I said, "God, could

send me one o' those? I been good..."

sometimes the direct approach works ,
but i like to be sure first or at least ,
in a state where i won't feel a face slap

I hear ya, but that nearly got me married to old ' what's her name' 20
years ago.
Nah, ya gotta have cast iron balls the size of cantaloupes to go up to
a stranger. I have a friend who did that always, straight as an arrow.
Got dates always, and not Tom Cruise. I always counted on fate. I'm
gonna die alone on some frozen tundra, clutching a picture of old '
what's her name' who in my demented state has the only name i can
remember. I think it rhymed with a female body part.

Delores?
~Seinfeld

On 29 Nov 2006 14:52:54 -0800, "Brianversion" <brianguitar@gmail.com>
wrote:

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"Brianversion" <brianguitar@gmail.com> wrote in message
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"Brianversion" <brianguitar@gmail.com> wrote in message
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and she hootered me right in the eye , twice ,
and the second time she so , " oh did i boomp your nose " ,
and she told me my eye color is her favourite eye color

I was getting blood drawn, and I close my eyes, hate to see

needles...I

have my arm extended, and I'm pumping my hand open and shut, to flex a
vein. I open an eye and realize I'm stroking the underside of the
womans breast. She didn't move. I stopped and said "sorry". She

said

it was ok. It was ok for me too.

She 'hootered you'. in the eye no less.

i think they know , they just pretend they don't ,
women are good pretenders if you ask me

I saw one in the grocery store this morning. Bouncy, blonde, the kind
of woman who would make a bishop kick out a stained glass window. I
look. she looks, looks away. I think they don't know what to do. I
certainly didn't. But when I got in the truck, I said, "God, could ya
send me one o' those? I been good..."

sometimes the direct approach works ,
but i like to be sure first or at least ,
in a state where i won't feel a face slap

I hear ya, but that nearly got me married to old ' what's her name' 20
years ago.
Nah, ya gotta have cast iron balls the size of cantaloupes to go up to
a stranger. I have a friend who did that always, straight as an arrow.
Got dates always, and not Tom Cruise. I always counted on fate. I'm
gonna die alone on some frozen tundra, clutching a picture of old '
what's her name' who in my demented state has the only name i can
remember. I think it rhymed with a female body part.

Delores?
~Seinfeld

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and she hootered me right in the eye , twice , and the second time
she so , " oh did i boomp your nose " , and she told me my eye
color is her favourite eye color

Thanks for the laugh... that reminds me I need to make an
appointment at my dentist where all the assistants are totally hot.

i think hot assistants are the newest strategy in recidivism

I've been trying to find out if there's a bar near the hospital where
the ER nurses hang out... loneliness is making me weird (more weird
anyway).

i worked as a caretaker in a seniors home one time , and i was talking
to one of the nurses on an evening shift just passing time ,
i always thought this nurse was a prim , proper , spinster , so , i
never tried flirting or any such topics that might be considered
flirting ,
anyway as our conversation went on we got talking about things we do ,
when we get off work and she said to me , there's nothing like , a
platter of suicide wings and a jug of draught beer after work , i didn't
know whether to ***** , shoot or spit

All the nurses I've ever met have been seriously wild and crazy off
duty... just what the doctor ordered.

i learned that very thing later on in life ,
there were a lot of nurses in my college classes