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Posted on Fri, May 13, 2005 21:11

This was some time ago....but thought it was time to lighten the subject....and have some fun....I have more that one and I'm sure we all have had the DATE FROM HELL!

Women and Men alike!

Bring it on let's see what you got!


Mine.......

He brought his Mother....


she ordered hot wings and grasshoppers....Damn I was out of my element..

Needless to say thank God I had a cell phonee(they won't let you say that word) and a G/F that had a major emergency...

my boys didn't want to play Monopoly anymore and broke out the "Twister" game...

  


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Posted on Mon, Jun 06, 2005 16:07


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OMG sister. I swear on my still alive mothers grave. Same thing happend to me....lol. But mine was with a girl.



LMAO! Pray tell, where was the mole you were nibbling on? LOL!

  


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Posted on Mon, Jun 06, 2005 16:03

I sat up with a jerk, opened his shirt, and in the candle light saw a dark mole, the size of a nipple, just below the real one! Humiliated but laughing, I jumped off of Craig, stood next to the couch and said, "Craig, you need to leave now!"

We never looked at each other the same way again!



Holy moley. Now that's funny. ROFLMAO



See what a date with me can lead to! The most unforgettable moment of your life!

  


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Posted on Mon, Jun 06, 2005 15:30


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Quite some time ago, when I was in my 20's, I had the hots for my sister's fiance's younger brother, Craig. I couldn't get near him without breaking out in a sweat and falling apart like a cheap suit! This went on for months and I mean it was bad!

One night, at a party, Craig finally took notice of me and approached me! OMG, I thought I was going to die! He did like me after all, he did, he did, he did!!!!!!!

That night we went to my apartment. I lit candles, turned on the music and turned off the lights. We sat on the couch, talked and laughed, and drank lots of wine. Everything was perfect.

I vaguely recall how it happened, but, Craig ended up on his back with me sitting on top, both still fully clothed. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, his cheeks, nose, and chin and slowly worked my way down to his neck. In that moment I remembered a girlfriend had once told me that men like their n*ppl*s played with also, so I thought: "Let's give it a try!"

I unbuttoned Craig's shirt and passionately made my way down his chest to where I needed to be and was working my magic. Craig didn't respond at all and suddenly, in a monotone voice asks, "Flora....what are you doing?" Startled and somewhat embarrased, I lift up my head and ask him, "What's the matter? Doesn't that feel good?" to which Craig replies, "Well, no, not really. That's my mole!"

I sat up with a jerk, opened his shirt, and in the candle light saw a dark mole, the size of a nipple, just below the real one! Humiliated but laughing, I jumped off of Craig, stood next to the couch and said, "Craig, you need to leave now!"

We never looked at each other the same way again!



OMG sister. I swear on my still alive mothers grave. Same thing happend to me....lol. But mine was with a girl.



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Posted on Sat, Jun 04, 2005 20:50


faunassister write:
Quite some time ago, when I was in my 20's, I had the hots for my sister's fiance's younger brother, Craig. I couldn't get near him without breaking out in a sweat and falling apart like a cheap suit! This went on for months and I mean it was bad!

One night, at a party, Craig finally took notice of me and approached me! OMG, I thought I was going to die! He did like me after all, he did, he did, he did!!!!!!!

That night we went to my apartment. I lit candles, turned on the music and turned off the lights. We sat on the couch, talked and laughed, and drank lots of wine. Everything was perfect.

I vaguely recall how it happened, but, Craig ended up on his back with me sitting on top, both still fully clothed. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, his cheeks, nose, and chin and slowly worked my way down to his neck. In that moment I remembered a girlfriend had once told me that men like their n*ppl*s played with also, so I thought: "Let's give it a try!"

I unbuttoned Craig's shirt and passionately made my way down his chest to where I needed to be and was working my magic. Craig didn't respond at all and suddenly, in a monotone voice asks, "Flora....what are you doing?" Startled and somewhat embarrased, I lift up my head and ask him, "What's the matter? Doesn't that feel good?" to which Craig replies, "Well, no, not really. That's my mole!"

I sat up with a jerk, opened his shirt, and in the candle light saw a dark mole, the size of a nipple, just below the real one! Humiliated but laughing, I jumped off of Craig, stood next to the couch and said, "Craig, you need to leave now!"

We never looked at each other the same way again!



Holy moley. Now that's funny. ROFLMAO



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Posted on Fri, Jun 03, 2005 16:36

Quite some time ago, when I was in my 20's, I had the hots for my sister's fiance's younger brother, Craig. I couldn't get near him without breaking out in a sweat and falling apart like a cheap suit! This went on for months and I mean it was bad!

One night, at a party, Craig finally took notice of me and approached me! OMG, I thought I was going to die! He did like me after all, he did, he did, he did!!!!!!!

That night we went to my apartment. I lit candles, turned on the music and turned off the lights. We sat on the couch, talked and laughed, and drank lots of wine. Everything was perfect.

I vaguely recall how it happened, but, Craig ended up on his back with me sitting on top, both still fully clothed. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, his cheeks, nose, and chin and slowly worked my way down to his neck. In that moment I remembered a girlfriend had once told me that men like their n*ppl*s played with also, so I thought: "Let's give it a try!"

I unbuttoned Craig's shirt and passionately made my way down his chest to where I needed to be and was working my magic. Craig didn't respond at all and suddenly, in a monotone voice asks, "Flora....what are you doing?" Startled and somewhat embarrased, I lift up my head and ask him, "What's the matter? Doesn't that feel good?" to which Craig replies, "Well, no, not really. That's my mole!"

I sat up with a jerk, opened his shirt, and in the candle light saw a dark mole, the size of a nipple, just below the real one! Humiliated but laughing, I jumped off of Craig, stood next to the couch and said, "Craig, you need to leave now!"

We never looked at each other the same way again!

  


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Posted on Fri, May 27, 2005 11:41

hey tudes5- i like your new profile pic, whats she doen' look'n for her lipstick?.....hahahhaaa.....have a great Memory Weekend.......Ladybug

  


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Posted on Fri, May 27, 2005 04:40


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My worst first date was in 1968. Took me a month to work up the courage to ask this girl out. We rode my scooter across Denver to a nice eatery. It was Simms Landing on Sixth and Simms in the Denver area. Took us 40 minutes to get there. We ate this great dinner. Had great conversation. Laughed a lot. It was wonderful.. They brought the check. I reached for my wallet. Didn't have it. Didn't know how to tell her. hmmmmmm finally I told her. She says what are you going to do. I said I am gonna ask to borrow the money from you. She said she didn't have any. I said .... Well can you just sit here and drink coffee til I get back with the money? She said, "Do I have a choice?" I said guess not. So... I rode back across town leaving her there. Took me 40 minutes to get home and 40 minutes to get back. I walked up to the table. She smiled. I paid. We left. I never saw her again.



that shows a person with no class!!!!!!

the female sweetie not you!!!!!!

  


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Posted on Thu, May 26, 2005 18:19

Iron D, you open up that thread and all the boys will lynch you. We (all the ladies) will know your lame excuses are just excuses. Better think twice on that one.

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Geez, just when I think I'm ready to start the dating thing...I read this thread! You people are scaring the chit out of me!!! LOL
Do people really post 20yr. old pics and pics of their kids as themselves? I mean, like your not going to notice?
Maybe I should drink several shots of Tequila before I meet my first date? LOL
What do ya do when caught in this situation? I know, I'll start a new thread: "Worlds best date ditching excuses and emergency escape routes"!!



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Posted on Thu, May 26, 2005 18:17

Drank too much beer (before the allergies started) at a Chicago Black Hawks game (they won, go figure), puked the whole way home. And believe it or not, the guy stuck around for another 16mths. Not bad huh?



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Posted on Thu, May 26, 2005 11:32

My worst first date was in 1968. Took me a month to work up the courage to ask this girl out. We rode my scooter across Denver to a nice eatery. It was Simms Landing on Sixth and Simms in the Denver area. Took us 40 minutes to get there. We ate this great dinner. Had great conversation. Laughed a lot. It was wonderful.. They brought the check. I reached for my wallet. Didn't have it. Didn't know how to tell her. hmmmmmm finally I told her. She says what are you going to do. I said I am gonna ask to borrow the money from you. She said she didn't have any. I said .... Well can you just sit here and drink coffee til I get back with the money? She said, "Do I have a choice?" I said guess not. So... I rode back across town leaving her there. Took me 40 minutes to get home and 40 minutes to get back. I walked up to the table. She smiled. I paid. We left. I never saw her again.



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Posted on Thu, May 26, 2005 10:47

Horror story? guess it could've been.. but does it count as a "first date" when ya slip out the kitchen window after meeting a guy that looks like a cross between Howdy Doody & Alfred E. Newman? was a long time ago... and of course I'd NEVER do anything like that today... ha



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Posted on Thu, May 26, 2005 08:44

Geez, just when I think I'm ready to start the dating thing...I read this thread! You people are scaring the chit out of me!!! LOL
Do people really post 20yr. old pics and pics of their kids as themselves? I mean, like your not going to notice?
Maybe I should drink several shots of Tequila before I meet my first date? LOL
What do ya do when caught in this situation? I know, I'll start a new thread: "Worlds best date ditching excuses and emergency escape routes"!!



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Posted on Thu, May 26, 2005 07:21

bikerman......lmao.....thank-god for reputations.............



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Posted on Thu, May 26, 2005 00:53


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bikerman42, i must admit i did like your attidtude about the situation and how you handled it, it made me smile that you said wtf and left...shows you have class...........


SHHH I have a reputation to downhold!!!

  


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Posted on Thu, May 26, 2005 00:50


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bikeman542a write:
I met this chick last year .
There ya go with me bein from the wrong century again!!

YEA DAYUMMM




I don't think "don't ask; don't tell" pertains to that situation!

Geesh! Some people..



And ya know what, she still has the ad running!!

  


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Posted on Wed, May 25, 2005 07:39


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Was it Columbia?



nah!! The Columbia is in Oregon!!!
Think it was the Mississippi!!

  


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Posted on Tue, May 24, 2005 14:33


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Nodey write:

"for cocaine. When I ask him about it, he says someone from Harley Davidson slipped it in his drink because they don't like him. They really don't like him because he was a jerk to them, but I never heard of slipping cocaine in a drink. I'm not that naive.



Bad situation Gothic.But I'll have to admit,I'm surprised your friend still has their job. Revealing confidential information about a patient to ANYONE is a big no-no. He could have sued the hospital.



That is very true.

Also, he had to consent to have the test be performed on him.

Most emergency rooms and trauma centers don't test for drugs (or alcohol) because of the first priority being to provide immediate care (and save lives). But, another reason is an old law that give insurers the option to deny medical reimbursements to patients under the influence of alcohol or narcotics. Because of this exclusion, tests are seldom run for fear the results will appear in claim records and reimbursements will be denied.

Doctors don't like to do things and not ge

unless he was brought in there by the police and they requested the test for a possible arrest--some states require the test for certain accidents



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Posted on Tue, May 24, 2005 14:21


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gothic_biker_hippie write:
I met a guy in March, and we only dated a few times. When I first met him, he had this tiny Harley that would only hold one person. I tease him about it, so he goes out and buys a new one. He invites me to bike night at a place near his house. A man at my work lives close by, so he tells me to meet him at his house. That was my first mistake. I should have had him pick me up. Well, I get there, and he lives next door to his mom, it's kinda like "Everybody Loves Raymond" biker style. Parents and brother next door. Anyway, he leaves me at his mom's, says he'll be right back. I'm there for over 3 hours with his family. This idiot wrecks his brand-new bike. I try to be nice because he was hurt. I have a friend who works at the hospital he went to. She told me he tested positive for cocaine. When I ask him about it, he says someone from Harley Davidson slipped it in his drink because they don't like him. They really don't like him because he was a jerk to them, but I never heard of slipping cocaine in a drink. I'm not that naive.



Bad situation Gothic.But I'll have to admit,I'm surprised your friend still has their job. Revealing confidential information about a patient to ANYONE is a big no-no. He could have sued the hospital.



That is very true.

Also, he had to consent to have the test be performed on him.

Most emergency rooms and trauma centers don't test for drugs (or alcohol) because of the first priority being to provide immediate care (and save lives). But, another reason is an old law that give insurers the option to deny medical reimbursements to patients under the influence of alcohol or narcotics. Because of this exclusion, tests are seldom run for fear the results will appear in claim records and reimbursements will be denied.

Doctors don't like to do things and not get paid for them.



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Posted on Tue, May 24, 2005 12:04


gothic_biker_hippie write:
I met a guy in March, and we only dated a few times. When I first met him, he had this tiny Harley that would only hold one person. I tease him about it, so he goes out and buys a new one. He invites me to bike night at a place near his house. A man at my work lives close by, so he tells me to meet him at his house. That was my first mistake. I should have had him pick me up. Well, I get there, and he lives next door to his mom, it's kinda like "Everybody Loves Raymond" biker style. Parents and brother next door. Anyway, he leaves me at his mom's, says he'll be right back. I'm there for over 3 hours with his family. This idiot wrecks his brand-new bike. I try to be nice because he was hurt. I have a friend who works at the hospital he went to. She told me he tested positive for cocaine. When I ask him about it, he says someone from Harley Davidson slipped it in his drink because they don't like him. They really don't like him because he was a jerk to them, but I never heard of slipping cocaine in a drink. I'm not that naive.



Bad situation Gothic.But I'll have to admit,I'm surprised your friend still has their job. Revealing confidential information about a patient to ANYONE is a big no-no. He could have sued the hospital.



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