It looks like they're in a haunted house.

But certainly a handsome couple and great story.

Happy shiny people

hes a dream boat..looks like john marzack!!!!lolollol:eek:

those are good hig. how about

4) at dinner mentions that the food is "much better than that crap they serve in the pen"

5) reveals that she was the founder of the Lorena Bobbitt fan club.

Oh boy.

my worst date story is going to be hard to beat.

this happened way back around 1996 when i was on aol and would IM chicks that had interesting profiles.

i Im'd this one chick that lived up in the san francisco area (I lived in LA). we chatted for a few months online and would also call each other several times a week on the phone. she seemed like a pretty cool chick and it felt like we were both into each other. hell, i even sent her a gift while I was down in costa rica for a couple of weeks, which really made her happy!

so, eventually, we decide to meet. i made it pretty clear i'm not into partying anymore and that i'm basically a pretty quiet and shy guy and that i prefer to do things either on a one on one basis or in very small groups. she seemed to dig it and presented herself as being like minded as well.

so, i fly up and she meets me at the airport with her girl friend (female friend morty, not lesbian lover). no big deal to me, as we've never met, and women are generally pretty paranoid, so i wasn't bothered by that.

we then leave the airport and Pam pulls over at a liquor store to place a phone call on a pay phone. again, no big deal. as we are driving around the area with the two of them rocking out to some Jewel song, pam asks me if i mind that she stops at her dealers place to pick up some pot for this weekend's party that she's throwing! I'm like, 'uh, ok'.

what i didnt realize (due to a severe lack of communication skills on her part) was that she had invited ALL of her friends over to her house for a two day party the weekend I was up there! Everyone was getting drunk, stoned and more than a few were doing coke. I spent most of the first day and night upstairs with her young son playing some nintendo games, and i hate nintendo games!

i finally managed to fall asleep in the quietest room in the house, which was a bathroom tucked away somewhere upstairs. when i got up, the party was still going on as strong as it was the day before. i played some more video games that day with the kid, and pretty much was a dick to anyone else who came near me, especially pam. back then, i was a hell of a lot more sarcastic than i am now and was also pretty well trained in mixed martial arts (think cage fighting), so nobody really messed with me back. all in all, it created an atmosphere of a mutual hatred.

now, as bad as things were, this is where it really got fun.

you see, pam lived in a suburb of SF called colma. colma is known as the only city or town in the country that has more dead people in it than living. this is because of some weird law from back in the day that designated colma be the receptacle for dead people for that entire area.

at around 11pm the second night, i decided to go for a walk around town and view some gravestones to cheer myself up. i was gone for around two hours or so, and as i was approaching pam's house, i could hear the party still raging on and on.

then, as i got nearer to the house, a deathly stillness and silence enveloped the night. when i got to the driveway, it got so quiet you could hear the proverbial pin drop. perplexed, i worked my way to the door, where i found all my belongings (suitcase and backpack) out on the porch!

i laughed and thanked them for a good time, thus finding myself homeless at 1 am on a friday night in a town full of dead people. it was surreal, to say the least.

a few days later, when i made it back home, she emailed me asking if i could send her her pictures back to her. upon receiving them, she actually thanked me for not coloring her teeth black!

reading a story like sal's little brother pulling his future wife's pants down in school really makes me wonder how sane women are, let me tell you!

come to think of it, that night i stayed at sal's house in PA while driving from CA to maine was a pretty weird date too!

between my girlfriend of the time screaming at me on the phone for no readily apparent reason (i called her saying i missed her and she responded by saying i was being mean) and the great drugS talking about horses for 9 straight hours then going off for a jog at 2 AM, that was a weird 'date'!

but i digress.

At this point --- using your "cage fighting" background --- you should have pulled them out of the car by their hair one at a time, roundhouse kicked their asses, confiscated all there money and weed, and drove off.

That's what Discreet Cat would have done.

If Jesus wears bracelets that read WWDCD --- why shouldn't you?

Oh and men are very sane for doing it?!

discreet cat probably wouldn't have been stupid enough to get in the car in the first place.

he strikes me as a horse that has a keenly high intelligence.

well, yeah. polite or nice? no!

obviously his brother figured out at an early age that women respond more favorably to men/boys who treat them like crap then they do to guys who treat them nicely and with respect.

of course, not all women are like that. just all the ones i've ever met, and all the ones my friends and acquaintances have ever met.

By the way, ever since i found out that jesus wears these bracelets, i've looked all over the internet for these things, but alas, my search has come up empty.

since you hold the rights to these things, would you mind sending me at least one pair?

Yeah, but at the same time, men can never find a woman who is skinny enough or boobs that are too big. :p

DrugS does not share anything that he has in his Discreet Cat Shrine.

Not enough time or space to talk about the myriad of bad dates I have been on.


Im a magnet for thrice married women with at least three kids. Its a curse.

i disagree with that, at least for me and most of my male friends.

sal excluded of course.

damn, there's one of those clever little shots i keep taking at him!

anyways, as far as women and looks are concerned, it's my philosophy that when you are both 70, you arent going to give 2 craps about how your spouse looks. you'll be much more concerned about the quality of the person you've spent your life with.

women, on the other hand, are concerned about things like whether or not a man is a 'good catch', to quote a recent post i saw on here ;)

oooooh, another clever little shot :p
That came out wrong...what I meant was that he didn't seem to be the tool he turned out to be.

while generally i would agree with your assessment that Sal is one of the cheapest human beings alive (BTW will verify this too), i believe that in this instance, he'd be more than happy to share, since it will help spread the gospel truth about discreet god, i mean cat.

wow, i'm not sure how to take this one.

tool as in someone or something you can use?

or tool as used synonymously with the word ahole or dick?

if the former meaning, then wow! i hope that was sarcasm on your part!

if the latter, he sure seemed like a tool to me!

The latter.

The problem was, in the professional setting he was very different than the person he was outside of work therefore, I was a bit surprised by the way he truly was.

why would you be surprised?

i'd be more surprised if he hadnt been a tool outside of his professional life.

by the way, that's a pretty cute photo in your avatar.

who's that affectionate horse? and is that you the horse is snuggling up to?

Thanks, that is Sumwonlovesyou and I.

having never met the horse, she at least seems appropriately named!

back when i got to meet the all time great horse indian charlie, shortly before his mile allowance win (start #3), i got to tour the rest of the baffert barn.

the one horse i'd have liked to have had as a pet was holy nola. every time i tried to stop petting her, she would nuzzle up to me and beg me to pet her some more. she was very sweet and cute.

in retrospect, maybe this post should have been placed in the best date thread.

LOL!

BTW won't --- because he lost a $100 head-to-head bet on Giacomo VS Sun King in the BC Classic last year....and I refused to accept his $100.


Of course,

He doesn't know this, but, the only reason I refused his payment is because I thought we'd merely suggested the bet and not actually agreed upon it.

Being the cheapskate that I am, I would have never accepted even money on that head-to-head bet...like he belived I did. I would have relentlessly chiseled him into giving me the best odds I could get out of him.


Since I probably never would have paid him had SK beaten Giacomo --- it would have been a serious breach of honor and ettiqute among horseplayers to accept his payment.


And considering the fact that very late in the '06 Saratoga meet, I went into his appartment when he wasn't there, and stole some of his toilet paper and used his toothpaste when mine ran out --- it would have been a monumental breach to accept his money.

But yeah, he's probably not convinced of my cheapness.

Cheapshot. :D

I'm fiscally responsible.

Quickest one i've ever been on
 

The Kings Plaza diner on avenue U off of Flatbush avenue.I had answered a personal ad (dumb schmuck idea).I meet this woman who said she was my age but had to be at least 7 to 10 years older than me,and she looked like a Beaver:eek: because of her teeth:eek: .We sit down for a cup of coffee and i just couldn't go through with it.Fortunately the waitress helps me out too and says she really needs the table for people who are going to have a meal and me being the consumate gentleman agree with her,and i tell the girl it was nice meeting her but i'm not interested.The whole date took about 15 minutes.In fact it took longer to post this than the date itself

"and she looked like a Beaver because of her teeth"

so...no wide flat tail?

Mr. LateFires....at your service---sir.

YES!!! I wish Sighty-poo would return to grace us with more of her dating adventures.


What I was trying to say, though, was that I would be interested in using google maps to tour the area of Ohio where you thwarted the crazed Canadians.

Oh.























Boy do I feel dumb.


Hang on.

It was on State Road in Cuyahoga Falls....but they haven't filmed there yet...so......we can't see it.

But I do recall the cops getting there and talking to the manager for a description.....he told them there were 4 BIG Canadians...the one who got out and broke the glass was HUGE---about 6-6 and 300 pounds at least.


The cops asked him which way the headed out....the manager said west.




The cops jumped in their squad cars with lights and sirens blasting......and headed east.

rule-eng en leff-eng!!