Ritmo Re-Animated said...
I actually worked with this tiny but robust and entertaining paesan who needed to adjust the electrical inputs for his iPod once. He was a funny guy. Thick black and immaculately groomed hair and a mustache that seriously looked like it was lifted from Super Mario Brothers.
Anyway, when this married chap was tooling around (no pun intended) underneath the desk where I was working, in the space where the electrical outlets are kept, he asked if I wouldn't mind if he went down on me.
I told him that I really wasn't into that thing, and he told me that it really wasn't all that different from a woman doing that.
I told him that his mustache would give it away. To which, he responded, "What? Haven't you ever dated an Italian woman before?"
I thought that was funny.
6 comments:
Talk about yer buzzkill.
Holy crap. You pick up on and repost these comments quicker than, well, quicker than...
(Tempted to contrast that with how long I last during certain, er, "acts" - mentioned in the original post, but I won't do it).
Somebody else, gosh darn it, give me a metaphor for speed!
You're taking it too literally, Chicklet. You have to appreciate the absurdity of the story without imagining something real along those lines actually happening to you.
Unless you're into that.
BTW, thanks for honoring my crazy story with a post, Troop. Even if was too crazy to maintain Chickie's buzz, I'm glad to be back and glad to be graced with yet another one of your posts.
BTW, the image was perfect. You really have a knack for finding them. I can't believe how many you must saved up for quick access, so to speak.
In case no one gets it, the guy in the story was joking.
At least, I sure hope he was.
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