Hey, Drumstick, how’d you like ol’ Zorro here to buy you a white wine spritzer?
Best guess is he went home alone, C. Kirby
Overheard last night at Breasts & Thighs…
July 1, 2010 By
Hey, Drumstick, how’d you like ol’ Zorro here to buy you a white wine spritzer?
Best guess is he went home alone, C. Kirby
Beer? No way. This guy wants a cocktail. Perhaps a margartweeta.
This is why I come here.
For advice on how to pick up chicks.
*snort* [wiping coffee off the keyboard] Oakley, you should come with a warning label! LOL!!
Chick!! So disapproving!
Maybe he should cut back on the guyliner.
Awww, so fuzzy! I want to pat (and pet) him on the head- maybe his grumpiness will fly away! *plink* *plink*
He’s really cocky, I think I’ll give him a peck on the head!
Masking his fowl breath with minty spray might help. Or perhaps some deodorhent?
He can’t make a move without his peeps. He’s waiting for his wingman.
*SMH* I don’t get it. *embarrassed* Blonde moment?
“Boay, Ah seh, boay – hand ovah that thayuh cocktail foah the li’l laydeh hen’s teeth! Uh, thassa JOKE, Son…”
cute chicky
How did I manage to disappoint you so deeply, little furry chickadee?
“Breasts and Thighs?” Well, it’s better than the T**ts and A** bar I’ve been hanging out at. Man, there’s gotta be a better way to pick up chicks…
–bossgripes.com
Aw, I would take Zorro home with me in a second!
Good one, Theresa.
Ouch on the hovertext, Prongs!
“Breasts & Thighs”? Too bad there’s not a real bar like that. I mean, other than Hooters and strip clubs…