Former Place of Learning: UCLA.
Current City: San Francisco.
Financial Situation: Bad.
Hobbies: Cheap whiskey, mediocre ass, and telling a good story.
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“Let’s be real, you can only be charming for so long before you get too drunk, say something weird, or just get tired of having the same conversations with different people.”
Great advice for all types of courtship situations. Even sober. I’ll see dudes next to me at Starbucks sometimes who are clearly on first dates. Up to minute 20 they’re all good, but things they start to say past the half hour mark make me do the full-body wince.
I wrestled with that one for a year. End result was my truck parked on a dirt road most weekend nights, with me inside trying to talk some girl into giving me a hand job.
My wardrobe is right around 85% sweat clothes at this point. But then there’s also the small fleet of try-to-get-laid-on-Saturday-night items that warrant mention.
Tell your buddy to be thankful. A little girl on girl tongue play is a lot easier to mentally cope with than, say, rumors of some dude giving her his tube. Plus this is funny.
Thanks man. And yeah, for the record, this is all nonsense. The only thing I actually condone/do is the Rossi piss bottle thing, and not because money, but because it’s a pretty legitimate convenience.
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“Let’s be real, you can only be charming for so long before you get too drunk, say something weird, or just get tired of having the same conversations with different people.”
Great advice for all types of courtship situations. Even sober. I’ll see dudes next to me at Starbucks sometimes who are clearly on first dates. Up to minute 20 they’re all good, but things they start to say past the half hour mark make me do the full-body wince.
Oh shit. Just saw that he dismissed that play in his other column. Whatever. I still think it’s a winner.
I wrestled with that one for a year. End result was my truck parked on a dirt road most weekend nights, with me inside trying to talk some girl into giving me a hand job.
The real question though: does (and if so, how many times) writing a viral article get you laid.
My wardrobe is right around 85% sweat clothes at this point. But then there’s also the small fleet of try-to-get-laid-on-Saturday-night items that warrant mention.
I would probably do this if they greased me with a ten, but then again you have infinitely more to lose than me.
Tell your buddy to be thankful. A little girl on girl tongue play is a lot easier to mentally cope with than, say, rumors of some dude giving her his tube. Plus this is funny.
Thanks man. And yeah, for the record, this is all nonsense. The only thing I actually condone/do is the Rossi piss bottle thing, and not because money, but because it’s a pretty legitimate convenience.
I’m still tripping out over this. I submitted the piece yesterday expecting no response at all. Oh well. Time to celebrate. Vigorously.