Me: Yeah, so my wife is coming home on Friday for an Honor's dinner; she's getting an award. She intimated to me the other day that she wanted me to drive her there and home. For a compromise I'm driving her there and she's finding her own way home.
Dave: Why aren't you going?
Me: I'm not a student.
Dave: You should be there to support her; and open up her ass.
Me: Uh, I don't think I can go. Maybe I could go and pay for my own meal.
Dave: I would go no matter what.
Me: Yeah?
Dave: Yeah, but I'd be looking down my girlfriend's shirt and grabbing her ass, and pulling on her panties. She hates me for that.
Me: Ha. What? She hates you?
Dave: Yeah, she hates me for that shit but I do it on purpose. Last night when she was coming to bed I was sniffing her panties, y'know she left them on the floor before going to take a shower. I knew she was coming so that's why I did it. Then I put her underwear on my head - skid mark out..
Me: *snort*
Dave: And she's all like, "You're gross!"
Me: Ha!
Dave: So I'm running around the house with her underwear on my head - skidmark out - and the 14 and 15 year olds are laughing; their boyfriends are over. My girlfriend was all like, "You're gross!"
Me: She may have a point.
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Saturday, May 2, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Copring a feel
Dave called in sick today so I have no current update. I worked with Worker #3 today and we had a great conversation about Dave and my blog and he told me a great story about him. I typed it out but realized after reading it that it's probably not best to post that story.
As such, here's a story he told myself and Worker #3 and we both laughed at and discussed today how untrue it most likely is:
Dave: One time when I was at Foxwoods this guy approached me and told me, "My wife wants to by your shit for $500." Can you believe that!?
Me: That didn't happen.
Dave: Why? Why would I make that up?
Me: I don't know. Why would you?
Dave: Why would I make up something like that?
Me: Ok, assuming this actually happened, the guy wanted to buy your poo not his wife.
Dave: Whatever, it happened.
Me: Ok Dave.
As such, here's a story he told myself and Worker #3 and we both laughed at and discussed today how untrue it most likely is:
Dave: One time when I was at Foxwoods this guy approached me and told me, "My wife wants to by your shit for $500." Can you believe that!?
Me: That didn't happen.
Dave: Why? Why would I make that up?
Me: I don't know. Why would you?
Dave: Why would I make up something like that?
Me: Ok, assuming this actually happened, the guy wanted to buy your poo not his wife.
Dave: Whatever, it happened.
Me: Ok Dave.
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