A guy the size of the Big Rock Candy Mountain came into view carrying blankets, coolers, picnic baskets and about seven lawn chairs. He was following the woman. And he was Dick The Bruiser, professional wrestler.
As you know, professional wrestlers have big voices. And he used it as if he were in one of those pre-match shouting contests. The conversation went like this (you imagine that I've written what follows in all-caps):
"What did you say?"
Silence.
"That's my wife you're talking about, a$$h*le."
Silence.
"You know who I like to (have a passionate moment with)?"
Silence.
"I like to (have a passionate moment with) soccer players. You want me to (have a passionate moment with) you?"
"No, sir."
"Apologize, (have a passionate moment with)er."
There may have been more to this booming conversation, but I, dressed in the uniform of a soccer player, didn't hang around to find out.
I love men!
The question no one asked...
Who gave this tape to the clintons, and when?
It’s no different than what Hillary staffers spend their time Twittering about Trump.
Four decades ago my wife was walking through a Dept. store, wearing her leather jacket while I waited 100 ft. Away at the curb with my bike. They “offered their services” as she passed a couple of Hispanic guys. She was pretty upset by the time she got to me and remarked that “those two” had been rude to her but would not tell me what they said. She begged me to just leave as I put down the kick stand and walked inside she followed trying to pull me back outside but let go and stopped as I approached them.
I asked them to repeat just what it was they had said to my wife that had upset her so much. They tried to ignore me and walk away so I just loudly repeated myself. One of them turned and asked what I thought I was doing as there were two of them. I was in FULL FURY by that point and invited them to tee up. The other one says, “Everyone bleeds” and I answered “You two are gonna do a lot of bleeding soon, come on.”. About then I noticed two Hispanic women watching us nearby who were horrified. I realized these were THEIR WIVES! So I got even louder and went back to “WHAT DID YOU SAY TO MY WIFE? Tell me what you had to say TO MY WIFE”.
You should have seen the looks on those four faces! I realized nothing I could do to those two was gonna hurt as much as the hurt they were going to get later so I waved good bye to their wives and left.
Fishing charter boat is returning to port after a successful outing. Two well developed women are on the dock, waving.
Client (to Captain): "Check out the [mammary glands] on those two blondes!"
Captain: "That's my wife and daughter."
Client: "You're a lucky man ..."
I remember locker room talk from way back in 1960! Just as bold or bolder than what they say today.
And Gawking at girls? The girls in 1960 in their gym shorts were a sight! They acted “offended” but more often you saw smiles on their faces when they knew all the boys were staring at them!
And if a boy did NOT look at a girl in gym shorts, everyone thought they were “queer”, even though most of us did not know what the word really meant. We thought it meant “strange”.
What pisses me off about all of this was, where in Hell were Trump’s handlers before this? Why didn’t they vet him so they could have done a head ‘em off at the pass approach instead of being blindsided? They could have either done an early release of some of them and defused the whole situation. As it is now, they are in a damage control situation, pointing fingers (rightfully) at the liberals hypocrisy in dealing Clinton’s odious actions as president.
For all the previous praise they have received, IMO, they dropped the ball here.
Several years ago when my son was playing high school football I happened to hear the coach call them a bunch of vaginas. I asked him why because it was so, different.
“Coach said he can’t call us a bunch of pussies anymore so he has to call us vaginas”
LOL!