In honor of Minch ...
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From: Tracy, CA
In honor of Minch ...
Now, I think we've discussed his "situation" enough, so let's not go there.
But to make him feel better, I thought we should talk about the dumbest things we've done to get the attention of the opposite sex (or same sex if that's how you swing).
But to make him feel better, I thought we should talk about the dumbest things we've done to get the attention of the opposite sex (or same sex if that's how you swing).
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From: Atlanta
I was at a bar 2 years ago and was working a really good angle on this girl. In walks this dorky (but big) Alabama fan who might've had a total of 5 teeth and 6 brain cells. He sits down and starts hitting on her and I, like any drunk male, took offense and told him to back off. After 2-3 minutes, I told him to go fuck himself or we could take this outside.
Well, I learned to lessons that night.
1) Make sure the guy you are fighting doesn't have a bottle in this hand when walking outside.
2) Make sure you don't walk in front of him when he is holding said bottle.
His toothless ass layed into the back of my head with that bottle and then the whole world went dark. A few minutes later, the girl had left, the guy was in handcuffs, and I was being attended to by a nice group of hospital people.
And no, I did not get laid that night.
Well, I learned to lessons that night.
1) Make sure the guy you are fighting doesn't have a bottle in this hand when walking outside.
2) Make sure you don't walk in front of him when he is holding said bottle.
His toothless ass layed into the back of my head with that bottle and then the whole world went dark. A few minutes later, the girl had left, the guy was in handcuffs, and I was being attended to by a nice group of hospital people.
And no, I did not get laid that night.
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From: Lexington, KY
Originally Posted by cob3683
I was at a bar 2 years ago and was working a really good angle on this girl. In walks this dorky (but big) Alabama fan who might've had a total of 5 teeth and 6 brain cells. He sits down and starts hitting on her and I, like any drunk male, took offense and told him to back off. After 2-3 minutes, I told him to go fuck himself or we could take this outside.
Well, I learned to lessons that night.
1) Make sure the guy you are fighting doesn't have a bottle in this hand when walking outside.
2) Make sure you don't walk in front of him when he is holding said bottle.
His toothless ass layed into the back of my head with that bottle and then the whole world went dark. A few minutes later, the girl had left, the guy was in handcuffs, and I was being attended to by a nice group of hospital people.
And no, I did not get laid that night.
Well, I learned to lessons that night.
1) Make sure the guy you are fighting doesn't have a bottle in this hand when walking outside.
2) Make sure you don't walk in front of him when he is holding said bottle.
His toothless ass layed into the back of my head with that bottle and then the whole world went dark. A few minutes later, the girl had left, the guy was in handcuffs, and I was being attended to by a nice group of hospital people.
And no, I did not get laid that night.
That sucks man, I guess a lesson was learned.
The dumbest thing I ever said was to a girl who had a child and didn't perform oral, when she told me(or rather I found out), I came back with the clever "no fucking wonder you have a kid". yea I haven't heard back from her, that bitch.
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I might have told this story here before but...
Last day of Spring Break senior year and I'm in the Bahamas with my friends having a grand old time. Talking to this cute girl most of the night and finally the bar closes and we're left there with no one but the bouncers/staff, etc.
*Flashback to a few days earlier when I told my friends I would definitely be in the pool at this club by the end of the week (I think it was Club Waterloo - pool outside, dance floor inside
) *
So I'm with this girl, staff gives the ok, and I decide I'm gonna dive into the pool. End up diving at a steeper angle then I intended only to discover the pool was a solid foot or two more shallow then I originally estimated. I crack my head off the bottom (lucky I'm not in a wheelchair at this point I imagine) and come up to the surface acting all nonchalant about it. Finally, the girl goes "Umm...i think you're bleeding" I reach up to my forehead and my hand comes back covered in blood. The staff guys are all trying not to laugh while they get me some cocktail napkins to put on my head to stem the bleeding. I managed to stuff some napkins under my hat to hold them in place so I could try to act normal for the rest of the night.
We get one of the guys to drive us back to her place, where I'm still feeling too stupid to even talk. Surprisingly, she was still interested so whatever happened happened and the night didn't end on such a bad note after all...
Wake up the next morning with a Y shaped gash over a nice-sized sized lump on my forehead. Island medicine being what it is, I decided to skip out on any hospital trips and sucked it up til I got home.
The kicker is, I come to find out a few weeks later on IM that I misinterpreted her saying she's "going" to Stanford as meaning she was currently enrolled. She was living at home still, finishing up high school, and 17.
Last day of Spring Break senior year and I'm in the Bahamas with my friends having a grand old time. Talking to this cute girl most of the night and finally the bar closes and we're left there with no one but the bouncers/staff, etc.
*Flashback to a few days earlier when I told my friends I would definitely be in the pool at this club by the end of the week (I think it was Club Waterloo - pool outside, dance floor inside
) *So I'm with this girl, staff gives the ok, and I decide I'm gonna dive into the pool. End up diving at a steeper angle then I intended only to discover the pool was a solid foot or two more shallow then I originally estimated. I crack my head off the bottom (lucky I'm not in a wheelchair at this point I imagine) and come up to the surface acting all nonchalant about it. Finally, the girl goes "Umm...i think you're bleeding" I reach up to my forehead and my hand comes back covered in blood. The staff guys are all trying not to laugh while they get me some cocktail napkins to put on my head to stem the bleeding. I managed to stuff some napkins under my hat to hold them in place so I could try to act normal for the rest of the night.
We get one of the guys to drive us back to her place, where I'm still feeling too stupid to even talk. Surprisingly, she was still interested so whatever happened happened and the night didn't end on such a bad note after all...
Wake up the next morning with a Y shaped gash over a nice-sized sized lump on my forehead. Island medicine being what it is, I decided to skip out on any hospital trips and sucked it up til I got home.
The kicker is, I come to find out a few weeks later on IM that I misinterpreted her saying she's "going" to Stanford as meaning she was currently enrolled. She was living at home still, finishing up high school, and 17.
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Well, since like sassy bitches, I once dated a girl who created one hell of a scene and stabbed me a fork when I broke up with her at a restaurant.
Lesson Learned....Never break up with a chick in a restaurant\in a room with with anything potentially hazardous to your health.
Lesson Learned....Never break up with a chick in a restaurant\in a room with with anything potentially hazardous to your health.
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From: 42.4°N, 71.1°W
Originally Posted by RMATIC09
where are the treads on minch.
or
https://acurazine.com/forums/showthr...&page=11&pp=25
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Originally Posted by JimmyCarter
I might have told this story here before but...
Last day of Spring Break senior year and I'm in the Bahamas with my friends having a grand old time. Talking to this cute girl most of the night and finally the bar closes and we're left there with no one but the bouncers/staff, etc.
*Flashback to a few days earlier when I told my friends I would definitely be in the pool at this club by the end of the week (I think it was Club Waterloo - pool outside, dance floor inside ) *
So I'm with this girl, staff gives the ok, and I decide I'm gonna dive into the pool. End up diving at a steeper angle then I intended only to discover the pool was a solid foot or two more shallow then I originally estimated. I crack my head off the bottom (lucky I'm not in a wheelchair at this point I imagine) and come up to the surface acting all nonchalant about it. Finally, the girl goes "Umm...i think you're bleeding" I reach up to my forehead and my hand comes back covered in blood. The staff guys are all trying not to laugh while they get me some cocktail napkins to put on my head to stem the bleeding. I managed to stuff some napkins under my hat to hold them in place so I could try to act normal for the rest of the night.
We get one of the guys to drive us back to her place, where I'm still feeling too stupid to even talk. Surprisingly, she was still interested so whatever happened happened and the night didn't end on such a bad note after all...
Wake up the next morning with a Y shaped gash over a nice-sized sized lump on my forehead. Island medicine being what it is, I decided to skip out on any hospital trips and sucked it up til I got home.
The kicker is, I come to find out a few weeks later on IM that I misinterpreted her saying she's "going" to Stanford as meaning she was currently enrolled. She was living at home still, finishing up high school, and 17.
Last day of Spring Break senior year and I'm in the Bahamas with my friends having a grand old time. Talking to this cute girl most of the night and finally the bar closes and we're left there with no one but the bouncers/staff, etc.
*Flashback to a few days earlier when I told my friends I would definitely be in the pool at this club by the end of the week (I think it was Club Waterloo - pool outside, dance floor inside
) *So I'm with this girl, staff gives the ok, and I decide I'm gonna dive into the pool. End up diving at a steeper angle then I intended only to discover the pool was a solid foot or two more shallow then I originally estimated. I crack my head off the bottom (lucky I'm not in a wheelchair at this point I imagine) and come up to the surface acting all nonchalant about it. Finally, the girl goes "Umm...i think you're bleeding" I reach up to my forehead and my hand comes back covered in blood. The staff guys are all trying not to laugh while they get me some cocktail napkins to put on my head to stem the bleeding. I managed to stuff some napkins under my hat to hold them in place so I could try to act normal for the rest of the night.
We get one of the guys to drive us back to her place, where I'm still feeling too stupid to even talk. Surprisingly, she was still interested so whatever happened happened and the night didn't end on such a bad note after all...
Wake up the next morning with a Y shaped gash over a nice-sized sized lump on my forehead. Island medicine being what it is, I decided to skip out on any hospital trips and sucked it up til I got home.
The kicker is, I come to find out a few weeks later on IM that I misinterpreted her saying she's "going" to Stanford as meaning she was currently enrolled. She was living at home still, finishing up high school, and 17.
Its like a new phrase here. But 
story
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From: 42.4°N, 71.1°W
Originally Posted by Xenogen
Its like a new phrase here. But story
plus, not being aware of the legal statutes in the Bahamas, my lawyer advises me to refrain from posting anything that may be used against me in a court of law
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From: 42.4°N, 71.1°W
Originally Posted by Xenogen
True....but hes Black and a Music artist....I think you could get away with it. 
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Forgot that one time....When I was in NoVA, I was about to hook up with some married chick...untill her husband came come. It was like mission impossible trying to get out of that place without getting caught\killed.
Lesson Learned....Married Chicks are off limit.
P.S It was Wstevens Wife
Lesson Learned....Married Chicks are off limit.
P.S It was Wstevens Wife
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From: Dallas TX
Originally Posted by Crazy Sellout
I dated this chick for 2 months and was crazy about her, so i bought her this $350 necklace. Within 3 weeks she "lost" it.
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Well this wasn't meant to get his attention, but shortly after I came out in grade 12, this one superhottie on the football team/acquaintance of mine named Neil showed up to school in a white wifebeater, rugby shorts, and flip-flops. I saw him come around the corner, and I was just gaping 
as I was walking forward to my next class. He gives me a big smile and then the next thing I know *WHAM!*
...my head collides with the metal pole in between the double fire doors in the hallway! Him and his buddy Chris helped me up and everyone was laughing. I don't think I ever turned so red. I swear he did that on purpose after he knew about me.
as I was walking forward to my next class. He gives me a big smile and then the next thing I know *WHAM!*...my head collides with the metal pole in between the double fire doors in the hallway! Him and his buddy Chris helped me up and everyone was laughing. I don't think I ever turned so red. I swear he did that on purpose after he knew about me.
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Well, I was infatuated with friend's SISTER... cute thing, I'd spend a lot of time at his crib and try to spend some time with her... I bought her flowers for her graduation... but that was about it. She was completely uninterested... worst feeling evar.
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From: Chinatown, NYC
Originally Posted by JimmyCarter
I might have told this story here before but...
Last day of Spring Break senior year and I'm in the Bahamas with my friends having a grand old time. Talking to this cute girl most of the night and finally the bar closes and we're left there with no one but the bouncers/staff, etc.
*Flashback to a few days earlier when I told my friends I would definitely be in the pool at this club by the end of the week (I think it was Club Waterloo - pool outside, dance floor inside ) *
So I'm with this girl, staff gives the ok, and I decide I'm gonna dive into the pool. End up diving at a steeper angle then I intended only to discover the pool was a solid foot or two more shallow then I originally estimated. I crack my head off the bottom (lucky I'm not in a wheelchair at this point I imagine) and come up to the surface acting all nonchalant about it. Finally, the girl goes "Umm...i think you're bleeding" I reach up to my forehead and my hand comes back covered in blood. The staff guys are all trying not to laugh while they get me some cocktail napkins to put on my head to stem the bleeding. I managed to stuff some napkins under my hat to hold them in place so I could try to act normal for the rest of the night.
We get one of the guys to drive us back to her place, where I'm still feeling too stupid to even talk. Surprisingly, she was still interested so whatever happened happened and the night didn't end on such a bad note after all...
Wake up the next morning with a Y shaped gash over a nice-sized sized lump on my forehead. Island medicine being what it is, I decided to skip out on any hospital trips and sucked it up til I got home.
The kicker is, I come to find out a few weeks later on IM that I misinterpreted her saying she's "going" to Stanford as meaning she was currently enrolled. She was living at home still, finishing up high school, and 17.
Its like a new phrase here. But story
^ so wait, that makes you a freshman in college and at most 18~19 years old?
I might have told this story here before but...
Last day of Spring Break senior year and I'm in the Bahamas with my friends having a grand old time. Talking to this cute girl most of the night and finally the bar closes and we're left there with no one but the bouncers/staff, etc.
*Flashback to a few days earlier when I told my friends I would definitely be in the pool at this club by the end of the week (I think it was Club Waterloo - pool outside, dance floor inside ) *
So I'm with this girl, staff gives the ok, and I decide I'm gonna dive into the pool. End up diving at a steeper angle then I intended only to discover the pool was a solid foot or two more shallow then I originally estimated. I crack my head off the bottom (lucky I'm not in a wheelchair at this point I imagine) and come up to the surface acting all nonchalant about it. Finally, the girl goes "Umm...i think you're bleeding" I reach up to my forehead and my hand comes back covered in blood. The staff guys are all trying not to laugh while they get me some cocktail napkins to put on my head to stem the bleeding. I managed to stuff some napkins under my hat to hold them in place so I could try to act normal for the rest of the night.
We get one of the guys to drive us back to her place, where I'm still feeling too stupid to even talk. Surprisingly, she was still interested so whatever happened happened and the night didn't end on such a bad note after all...
Wake up the next morning with a Y shaped gash over a nice-sized sized lump on my forehead. Island medicine being what it is, I decided to skip out on any hospital trips and sucked it up til I got home.
The kicker is, I come to find out a few weeks later on IM that I misinterpreted her saying she's "going" to Stanford as meaning she was currently enrolled. She was living at home still, finishing up high school, and 17.
Its like a new phrase here. But story
^ so wait, that makes you a freshman in college and at most 18~19 years old?
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I memorized the lyrics to "Ice Ice Baby" so that when my cousin's friend Kevin came over and "rapped" I could rhyme with him.
The best part is that it was a cassette so the lyrics were easily accessible on the tape cover thingie.
The best part is that it was a cassette so the lyrics were easily accessible on the tape cover thingie.