I got a call from a friend of mine from the old days. He was the piggiest pig of all the guys that hung out together at the Seaport back in the day. He was a hound from the old school. He would just walk up to women and ask them if they wanted to have sex with him. 99 out of 100 would slap him or tell him to fuck off or whatever. But surprisingly he would often find someone before the end of the night. He's married now with three kids living in Jersey. But the funny thing is all he wants to do is talk about the old days. And the joke was always about how he would describe the girls. He had two categories. The Oscar Gamble and the Sinead O'Connor. I will let you figure that out.
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This post is likely moving into my top-ten Troop favorites. I will let you figure that out.
I've known guys who do that 99 out of 100 strategy.
I'll have to take their word for it that it works.
Holy Deron Johnson, Troopman. That 1970 Phillies team with Oscar was the last to play at Connie Mack. Check the dugout at baseball almanac. What a lineup. Where have you gone, Willie Montanez?
Haha, I have several friends who employed similar tactics at frat parties back in the day. They were always successful, but I'll let you figure out how high were their standards.
My friend Craig Stover used to say that there is a lid for every pot.
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