Billy_Kinetta
Paladin of the Lost Hour
- Mar 4, 2013
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She came to a literary event. I was present. Two laser beams meeting in the middle. 32 years ago. I can say no more.
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Late in the 70's I hated Disco more than I dislike it now... I was at a friends house figuring out what we were going to do to try not to waste a Sat Night... Jeff's phone rang and it turned out to be gal he knew and her and a friend were going dancing and asked us to come... I had been in very few Disco's because, well I just didn't like disco at all... Jeff said "trust me", a few drinks and we will have the luckiest Sat night we have had for awhile...
Have I ever mentioned how I hate Disco? I was not a happy camper... And on top of it all I was expected to dance... Things went south real fast and everyone, Jeff and the girls were pissed off at me... The ladies that had asked us to the bar went to the commode and while they were gone 3 young ladies happened by the table and I asked them to sit down in the commode sisters chairs (I pulled another chair from another table for the third young lady)… Well the commode sisters were just a tad indignant to say the least, and it took them less than 2 minutes to grab their coats and flip me off in unison... After explaining to my future wife and her 2 friends just what the hell was going on we left and went to a little hole in the wall with a good jukebox and a broken .25 cent pool table and closed the place... Sit in the parking lot till the sun rose... The very next evening we went to see Animal House and from that point on for over 23 years we spent very few nights apart...
I'm not sure I've ever heard the term "the commode sisters" before.
Ex-wife was introduced to me by a friend. The bastard.
Most recent ex girlfriend I met at work. Absolutely gorgeous but she smoked too much pot.
Hippies? Not.Ex-wife was introduced to me by a friend. The bastard.
Most recent ex girlfriend I met at work. Absolutely gorgeous but she smoked too much pot.
I notice you hippies make bad choices.![]()
Hippies? Not.Ex-wife was introduced to me by a friend. The bastard.
Most recent ex girlfriend I met at work. Absolutely gorgeous but she smoked too much pot.
I notice you hippies make bad choices.![]()
Oh, in that case you're definitely a retard.Hippies? Not.Ex-wife was introduced to me by a friend. The bastard.
Most recent ex girlfriend I met at work. Absolutely gorgeous but she smoked too much pot.
I notice you hippies make bad choices.![]()
Eye of the beholder.
Ah,so! You butterfly girl.My second husband. That's a good one.
He was a good friend of my then first husband that I married when I was 15. I was looking for someone that would cause said first husband to decide that being married to me was not fun. Second husband to be was big enough and easily manipulated by my sixteen year old self. I asked Hub2 to go to the library with me to return some books. I stopped the elevator between the floors, undid his pants and convinced him that we were made for each other.
14 years later, I left him for a younger man who I eventually dumped for a wealthy client. It was all good.
My second husband. That's a good one.
He was a good friend of my then first husband that I married when I was 15. I was looking for someone that would cause said first husband to decide that being married to me was not fun. Second husband to be was big enough and easily manipulated by my sixteen year old self. I asked Hub2 to go to the library with me to return some books. I stopped the elevator between the floors, undid his pants and convinced him that we were made for each other.
14 years later, I left him for a younger man who I eventually dumped for a wealthy client. It was all good.
Ex-wife was introduced to me by a friend. The bastard.
Most recent ex girlfriend I met at work. Absolutely gorgeous but she smoked too much pot.
I notice you hippies make bad choices.![]()
My second husband. That's a good one.
He was a good friend of my then first husband that I married when I was 15. I was looking for someone that would cause said first husband to decide that being married to me was not fun. Second husband to be was big enough and easily manipulated by my sixteen year old self. I asked Hub2 to go to the library with me to return some books. I stopped the elevator between the floors, undid his pants and convinced him that we were made for each other.
14 years later, I left him for a younger man who I eventually dumped for a wealthy client. It was all good.