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Loaning a chick money 9/9/16 - Bye (1 Viewer)

Looks like he's dead.  That sucks.  Bet he found the tranny's winkie and ended up in a fistfight that he lost.  Tranny killed him and left him in the shower.  RIP Ron's thread, you'll be missed.

 
Brooks Part I

[SIZE=10pt]I flew to Austin for work a few weeks ago to address an issue with a client.  [/SIZE]I had to fly out of Baltimore (BWI) to get a direct flight in time to get an audience with my client who wanted to pull the plug on our services, the very next day (almost impossible and not cost effective but he said it).  It was my fault – I left that client with someone fairly new to my company; it was a customer I worked on getting for almost two years then handed them off to a noobie because I thought they had less problems then they were really having.   And of course Noobie didn’t realize the problems were bigger than it seemed (again, this is my fault).  The owner called me on the phone, irate, he called me while on the speaker phone with several of his other senior management – it’s around noon.  I ended the conversation saying I will come see you personally to work through the issues with your folks, on my dime, in person.  “You know we’re in Austin, you do know that much, don’t you?” (very demeaning/snarky tone) Me, “Yes I have my assistant coordinate travel as we.  I’m embarrassed by what’s going on and I’m going to fix it.” 

[SIZE=10pt]I always keep a few days of suits, workout clothes and casual clothes in my office for emergencies - this was on of them.   [/SIZE]By 2pm, I’m on Rt. 95 speeding to BWI (because that’s the only straight flight I could get).   As always, the conversation is person was much less confrontational and more productive.

 A[SIZE=10pt]s an aside:  [/SIZE]This was a HR & payroll software implementation.  I am not as passionate about this part of the business but it’s really the only way I can keep what I really love viable – making managers, better managers.  Unfortunately, every company thinks they can train their own managers better than an outside company but what I find is most companies don’t.  They turn good IT people into managers without training them to manage.  Or restaurant chains turn their best cook into kitchen managers with just a raise, a new set of responsibilities and a list of Do’s and Don’ts.   It usually takes a large company with systemic management problems leading to loss of sales and litigation to make them realize they need help – that’s what I love doing.  Anyway, I digress.

[SIZE=10pt]Software implementations are not easy sometimes; we don’t write code, we buy/sell/manage licenses and implement a process.  [/SIZE]It’s no different from having Best Buy deliver/install a TV – they don’t make TVs.  But, if the TV doesn’t work the day you had it installed, you’re not calling Samsung, you’re calling Best Buy.   The problem started when the company had an issue and called Noobie – Noobie told them to call the software company’s help desk…and all hell broke out….  I spoke with Noobie, we have weekly staff meetings and this never came up; shame on me for not asking more questions when I just kept hearing, “Everything is going great!”.

[SIZE=10pt]I got to Austin and did the mea culpa thing with the owner, met with the heads of HR/accounting and lastly spent hours with IT getting them in contact with people that could help and not just someone to log a “ticket”.   [/SIZE]This company’s IT folks had nothing else but the software’s 800 number; I called the senior sales rep for the region and told him to give me the cell number of someone who could fix this – now.   We got it done.

[SIZE=10pt]It was two very long days in Austin; problems were fixed, I took people out to dinner, bought lunches and even paid for a catering company to come do lunch for the office on the day I was leaving to say thank you.   [/SIZE]Once again leaving them as raving fans.

[SIZE=10pt]I’m exhausted, but couldn’t spend a useless night in Austin and spend the next day traveling.  [/SIZE]I took the rental back to the airport to see if I could get back and found a late flight back.  I had a few hours to kill before my flight so I found a restaurant bar in the, ordered some food and starting checking through emails.   The bar is empty and I’m zoned out working while listening to Deep Tracks SiriusXM.  A few hours go buy and I look up to a bar filling up.  I take my headphones off and see a guy mid-40s sitting to the left of me, turned talking to his left talking to a woman who looks like she’s in her late 20s/early 30s.  I don’t think much of it until I start overhearing their conversation; the guy is talking conspiracy theories about Fort Knox.  I looked at her and could see her face wincing on every word; this dude didn’t stop talking, it wasn’t a conversation, it was like he was reading it.  At one point, I thought I actually heard her drying up.

[SIZE=10pt]I just figured it was someone she worked with, and then he popped up and said it was nice meeting you and had to catch a flight.  [/SIZE]She had an overwhelming sense of relief when he left.  I spoke up, “well that seemed like a 1-way conversation” while laughing.  She very adamantly said, “oh my god, he wouldn’t stop!”.   I introduce myself, her name is "Brooks" (I don't know if it's first, last name or just a nickname - didn't ask either) She’s cute, tight jeans, sneakers, fitted shirt and jacket.  Curly hair and no make up.  She had a backpack and carryon bag with her.  I’d say she’s a FFA 7, guessing a size 2.   I’m in a greyy plaid Armani suit, tie long gone, jacket on my chair, white trim fit Paul Smith Loudon button up shirt and brown Cole Haans.  I made the guy the brunt of a few quick jokes then started chatting with her.

[SIZE=10pt]We talked for a while and realized we’re going to be on the same flight.  She's very chatty which is why I guess she was so annoyed by the guy that left earlier.  [/SIZE]She’s going to IAD (Dulles VA) with a layover in BWI for her friends wedding, she’s not in the wedding just going this Saturday.  We board the plane, the flight is about 40% full so I invited her to join to keep each other company during the flight, she perked up and excitedly joined me. 

[SIZE=10pt]About an hour into the flight the pilot came over the intercom to tell us we may encounter turbulence and put the seatbelt light on.  [/SIZE]It was 10 minutes after he said that when the plane started shaking violently; I was annoyed by it but I’ve flown there much worse.  My new friend, however, was terrified.  I tried to calm her as much as I could but it wasn’t working.  This went on for what seemed like most of the flight, they even cancelled drink service because it was so bad – I’m just pissed that it’s one of the rare occasions that I’m not in first class and my drink is empty (even when drink services in cancelled they’ll still slide a drink to first class because they’re not pushing that gigantic car thing in first class).  Also, even though I never accept the warm cookie, not being offered one made me really feel like I’m in the cheap seats. 

[SIZE=10pt]We land in a crosswind just in case she wasn’t scared enough.  [/SIZE] She looks like she’s almost to the point of puking.  We land and she starts crying a little bit, I hold her and say it’s fine we’re landed now.  She says she doesn’t want to fly again, “oh, that’s right this is her layover.  Ouch”.  I offered to drive her to IAD since my car was in BWI; she was understandably hesitant.  I said, “look you’re a wreck right now; tell you what, post your status on Facebook, tag me and say your friend is driving you to DC from BWI.  What crazy person would offer that?  You’ll be fine with me.”  She didn’t realize how close DC was from BWI, it’s only about an hour or so drive especially that time of night.

[SIZE=10pt]We get in my car and she gives me her friend’s address so I put it in the GPS; it’s on the east side of Tyson’s Corner.  [/SIZE]We’re driving and she’s trying to get ahold of her friend.  First it was a series of text messages turned into a series of attempted phone calls.  No answer from her friend but we drive to the house anyway – no one is home.   She sat in my car for a bit with the engine running while she’s still trying to call her friend; I’m standing outside my car smoking a cigarette – I need to quit these things.

[SIZE=13.3333px](to be continued...)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]Brooks II[/SIZE]

 
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Don't be takin' too long on the continuance.  I'm dying to hear how she needed a place to stay.  I'm already feeling the tingle.

 
Arizona Ron said:
Brooks Part I

[SIZE=10pt] I introduce myself, her name is "Brooks" (I don't know if it's first, last name or just a nickname - didn't ask either)[/SIZE] 

[SIZE=10pt]I said, “look you’re a wreck right now; tell you what, post your status on Facebook, tag me and say your friend is driving you to DC from BWI.  [/SIZE]What crazy person would offer that?  You’ll be fine with me.”  She didn’t realize how close DC was from BWI, it’s only about an hour or so drive especially that time of night.

[SIZE=13.3333px](to be continued...)[/SIZE]
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:confused:

 
Arizona Ron said:
A[SIZE=10pt]s an aside:  [/SIZE]This was a HR & payroll software implementation.  I am not as passionate about this part of the business but it’s really the only way I can keep what I really love viable – making managers, better managers.  Unfortunately, every company thinks they can train their own managers better than an outside company but what I find is most companies don’t.  They turn good IT people into managers without training them to manage.  Or restaurant chains turn their best cook into kitchen managers with just a raise, a new set of responsibilities and a list of Do’s and Don’ts.   It usually takes a large company with systemic management problems leading to loss of sales and litigation to make them realize they need help – that’s what I love doing.  Anyway, I digress.
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lol

I had no idea we in the same industry selling the same solutions/services/hopes & dreams.

 
How is Ron not writing for Penthouse Letters at this point?  His storytelling skills are epic.  Untapped potential here.

Uh.  I mean potential  :moneybag: :moneybag: :moneybag:

Not, uh  :pickle: :pickle: :pickle:

And wait.  Did I say "tapped"?  :headbang:

Never mind.  Carry on.

 
Arizona Ron said:
Brooks Part I

[SIZE=10pt]I flew to Austin for work a few weeks ago to address an issue with a client.  [/SIZE]I had to fly out of Baltimore (BWI) to get a direct flight in time to get an audience with my client who wanted to pull the plug on our services, the very next day (almost impossible and not cost effective but he said it).  It was my fault – I left that client with someone fairly new to my company; it was a customer I worked on getting for almost two years then handed them off to a noobie because I thought they had less problems then they were really having.   And of course Noobie didn’t realize the problems were bigger than it seemed (again, this is my fault).  The owner called me on the phone, irate, he called me while on the speaker phone with several of his other senior management – it’s around noon.  I ended the conversation saying I will come see you personally to work through the issues with your folks, on my dime, in person.  “You know we’re in Austin, you do know that much, don’t you?” (very demeaning/snarky tone) Me, “Yes I have my assistant coordinate travel as we.  I’m embarrassed by what’s going on and I’m going to fix it.” 

[SIZE=10pt]I always keep a few days of suits, workout clothes and casual clothes in my office for emergencies - this was on of them.   [/SIZE]By 2pm, I’m on Rt. 95 speeding to BWI (because that’s the only straight flight I could get).   As always, the conversation is person was much less confrontational and more productive.

 A[SIZE=10pt]s an aside:  [/SIZE]This was a HR & payroll software implementation.  I am not as passionate about this part of the business but it’s really the only way I can keep what I really love viable – making managers, better managers.  Unfortunately, every company thinks they can train their own managers better than an outside company but what I find is most companies don’t.  They turn good IT people into managers without training them to manage.  Or restaurant chains turn their best cook into kitchen managers with just a raise, a new set of responsibilities and a list of Do’s and Don’ts.   It usually takes a large company with systemic management problems leading to loss of sales and litigation to make them realize they need help – that’s what I love doing.  Anyway, I digress.

[SIZE=10pt]Software implementations are not easy sometimes; we don’t write code, we buy/sell/manage licenses and implement a process.  [/SIZE]It’s no different from having Best Buy deliver/install a TV – they don’t make TVs.  But, if the TV doesn’t work the day you had it installed, you’re not calling Samsung, you’re calling Best Buy.   The problem started when the company had an issue and called Noobie – Noobie told them to call the software company’s help desk…and all hell broke out….  I spoke with Noobie, we have weekly staff meetings and this never came up; shame on me for not asking more questions when I just kept hearing, “Everything is going great!”.

[SIZE=10pt]I got to Austin and did the mea culpa thing with the owner, met with the heads of HR/accounting and lastly spent hours with IT getting them in contact with people that could help and not just someone to log a “ticket”.   [/SIZE]This company’s IT folks had nothing else but the software’s 800 number; I called the senior sales rep for the region and told him to give me the cell number of someone who could fix this – now.   We got it done.

[SIZE=10pt]It was two very long days in Austin; problems were fixed, I took people out to dinner, bought lunches and even paid for a catering company to come do lunch for the office on the day I was leaving to say thank you.   [/SIZE]Once again leaving them as raving fans.

[SIZE=10pt]I’m exhausted, but couldn’t spend a useless night in Austin and spend the next day traveling.  [/SIZE]I took the rental back to the airport to see if I could get back and found a late flight back.  I had a few hours to kill before my flight so I found a restaurant bar in the, ordered some food and starting checking through emails.   The bar is empty and I’m zoned out working while listening to Deep Tracks SiriusXM.  A few hours go buy and I look up to a bar filling up.  I take my headphones off and see a guy mid-40s sitting to the left of me, turned talking to his left talking to a woman who looks like she’s in her late 20s/early 30s.  I don’t think much of it until I start overhearing their conversation; the guy is talking conspiracy theories about Fort Knox.  I looked at her and could see her face wincing on every word; this dude didn’t stop talking, it wasn’t a conversation, it was like he was reading it.  At one point, I thought I actually heard her drying up.

[SIZE=10pt]I just figured it was someone she worked with, and then he popped up and said it was nice meeting you and had to catch a flight.  [/SIZE]She had an overwhelming sense of relief when he left.  I spoke up, “well that seemed like a 1-way conversation” while laughing.  She very adamantly said, “oh my god, he wouldn’t stop!”.   I introduce myself, her name is "Brooks" (I don't know if it's first, last name or just a nickname - didn't ask either) She’s cute, tight jeans, sneakers, fitted shirt and jacket.  Curly hair and no make up.  She had a backpack and carryon bag with her.  I’d say she’s a FFA 7, guessing a size 2.   I’m in a greyy plaid Armani suit, tie long gone, jacket on my chair, white trim fit Paul Smith Loudon button up shirt and brown Cole Haans.  I made the guy the brunt of a few quick jokes then started chatting with her.

[SIZE=10pt]We talked for a while and realized we’re going to be on the same flight.  She's very chatty which is why I guess she was so annoyed by the guy that left earlier.  [/SIZE]She’s going to IAD (Dulles VA) with a layover in BWI for her friends wedding, she’s not in the wedding just going this Saturday.  We board the plane, the flight is about 40% full so I invited her to join to keep each other company during the flight, she perked up and excitedly joined me. 

[SIZE=10pt]About an hour into the flight the pilot came over the intercom to tell us we may encounter turbulence and put the seatbelt light on.  [/SIZE]It was 10 minutes after he said that when the plane started shaking violently; I was annoyed by it but I’ve flown there much worse.  My new friend, however, was terrified.  I tried to calm her as much as I could but it wasn’t working.  This went on for what seemed like most of the flight, they even cancelled drink service because it was so bad – I’m just pissed that it’s one of the rare occasions that I’m not in first class and my drink is empty (even when drink services in cancelled they’ll still slide a drink to first class because they’re not pushing that gigantic car thing in first class).  Also, even though I never accept the warm cookie, not being offered one made me really feel like I’m in the cheap seats. 

[SIZE=10pt]We land in a crosswind just in case she wasn’t scared enough.  [/SIZE] She looks like she’s almost to the point of puking.  We land and she starts crying a little bit, I hold her and say it’s fine we’re landed now.  She says she doesn’t want to fly again, “oh, that’s right this is her layover.  Ouch”.  I offered to drive her to IAD since my car was in BWI; she was understandably hesitant.  I said, “look you’re a wreck right now; tell you what, post your status on Facebook, tag me and say your friend is driving you to DC from BWI.  What crazy person would offer that?  You’ll be fine with me.”  She didn’t realize how close DC was from BWI, it’s only about an hour or so drive especially that time of night.

[SIZE=10pt]We get in my car and she gives me her friend’s address so I put it in the GPS; it’s on the east side of Tyson’s Corner.  [/SIZE]We’re driving and she’s trying to get ahold of her friend.  First it was a series of text messages turned into a series of attempted phone calls.  No answer from her friend but we drive to the house anyway – no one is home.   She sat in my car for a bit with the engine running while she’s still trying to call her friend; I’m standing outside my car smoking a cigarette – I need to quit these things.

[SIZE=13.3333px](to be continued...)[/SIZE]
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I finished

 
OK - I'm intrigued.  Just had our board meeting at the Ritz in Tyson's Corner on Thursday, thinking you might have plowed her close by.  Matter of fact, there was some serious pounding happening in the room next to mine..

 
Brooks Part II

Just then, her friend showed up. She thanked me for the ride and I drove home. Then I did a search for curly-haired girls on Porn Hub, cranked one out and fell asleep on my 1200 thread count Martha Stewart cotton sateen sheets.

 
McGarnicle said:
Brooks Part II

Just then, her friend showed up. She thanked me for the ride and I drove home. Then I did a search for curly-haired girls on Porn Hub, cranked one out and fell asleep on my 1200 thread count Martha Stewart cotton sateen sheets.
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I'm betting on an appearance from Michael.   

 
Ron has been up for at least 45 minutes at this point and granted he is probably watching Good Morning Black America with Arsenio Hall (on every day at noon) but he really should have cranked out the conclusion of this story by now.

 
[SIZE=10pt]I get back in my car; Brooks is distraught and overly apologetic.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “Ron, I’m so sorry I don’t know what to do”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Me “I know what to do.”  [/SIZE]I put the car in drive.

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “Where are we going?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Me “I need a drink, we can figure something out”.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “A drink would be great right now”.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]I drive to my condo; I think she thought it was just a large building with a bar in it or something.   [/SIZE]We walked through the parking garage through to the elevator, got off the elevator and that’s when she asked, “What is this place?”  I just kept walking to my door opened it, dropped my bags and walked in.  She hesitantly followed then looked around and said, “Wow…you live here?”

[SIZE=10pt]Me: “Yeah, you like it?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “It’s amazing”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]My kitchen is lined with an assortment of vodkas and some other random bottles leftover from friends dropping by.   [/SIZE]I make a beeline to the bottle of Tito’s in the freezer, poured a double over ice with a splash of seltzer.   I took big sip then asked, “what are you drinking?

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “SoCo and lime if you have it”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Me “of course, rocks?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “Yes please” (with this stupid smile)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]I grab a highball, half ice in the glass, half ice in the shaker.  [/SIZE]Double shot in the shaker, lime juice, shake then pour into the highball.   I turned on the Bluetooth system, SiriusXM to The Pulse for what I call “ot’s pop” (pop music from 2000 to 2009, Rob Thomas, Matchbox Twenty, #### like that).

[SIZE=10pt]Me I gave her the drink then said, “Let me show you around” We walked around; she stopped a bit to take in the view of the city.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “I’ve never been to DC.  [/SIZE]You live here long?”

[SIZE=10pt]Me “Almost ten years.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “You like it?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Me “Yes and no.  [/SIZE]I like the people, don’t like the traffic”. As we continue to walk around, I show her the different rooms in my place.

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “You live here alone?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Me “Yes”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “Big place for a single guy”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Me “I’m actually married.  [/SIZE]Wife and I decided it was best for our daughter that I move out.  A friend of a friend owns this place; we worked out a deal for me to live here until he finds the right time to put it on the market.  But yeah, way too much space for just me.  This also isn’t a great part of the city for single guys, works fine for my work life though.  I’m going to change clothes, you’re welcome to do the same, turn on the TV or w/e; make yourself comfortable”.

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “I don’t know what I’m going to do tonight”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Me “Well I’ve got two free rooms if you need a place”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “I could get a hotel, you’ve done enough”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Me “Up to you” :shrug: [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks continues to call/text her friend and Facebook in-box people to figure out what’s going on.  [/SIZE]No real answers yet.  I take a shower then throw on gym shorts and a t-shirt.  Still barefoot, I walk out of my bedroom and Brooks is helping herself to another drink, TV is still off.   Brooks heads back to the living room, her bags are sitting next to her on the couch while she still texting.  I grab a bucket of ice, the bottle of Tito’s from the freezer and the aluminum seltzer bottle.  I sit on the floor, other side of the couch leaned against the couch on turn on a basketball game with no sound and made a drink.  Music is still on.

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “So what are you going to do?”
Me  [/SIZE] :confused:

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “Like, you’re just going to sit here and drink?”
Me  [/SIZE]“That’s the plan”  :banned:

[SIZE=10pt](awkward silence)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “Well what am I going to do?”
Me  [/SIZE] :shrug:

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “Can I have some of your ice?”
Me “Brooks, you’re my guest; you can have anything you want in this place”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “I can’t ####ing believe this.  [/SIZE]Why isn’t she answering me, she knew I was flying in today and now I don’t have a place to stay”

[SIZE=10pt]Me  [/SIZE]“Well you have options”

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “I can’t stay at some random guy’s place”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Me  [/SIZE]“I’d never offend you by calling ‘you’ “random”

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “I didn’t mean it that way”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Me  [/SIZE]“I know, just breaking balls” (she didn’t seem in the mood for jokes).

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks walks off to the kitchen and returns with the bottle of SoCo.  [/SIZE]I’m watching the game completely ignoring her at this point because her negative vibe is ####ing up my high.   I stepped out on the balcony to smoke; Brooks is one the phone still.

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks (after a bit of silence, music in background and TV still going)  [/SIZE]“You have nice feet for a guy”

[SIZE=10pt]Me “Thanks (weird observation but w/e), I’m kinda OCD about changing socks throughout the day, scrubbing my feet during showers and getting pedicures.  [/SIZE]Sounds gay but chicks also don’t like guys with ugly feet.  :lol: “

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks “I was dating this guy a few months ago, he took his boots off when we were getting ready to ####; his feet smelled so bad that it killed the mood.  [/SIZE]They were gnarly and gross smelling; I just couldn’t.”

[SIZE=10pt]Me  [/SIZE] :lol:

[SIZE=10pt]We chatted a bit more now that the SoCo has kicked in and she loosened up.  [/SIZE]She never actually said she planned on staying the night - then while I’m watching the game, I looked over and Brooks was gone.  Her bags were still on the couch.   I just figured she was in the bathroom then after some time went buy, I decided to go looking for her.  She’s passed out in MY bed wearing only bra and panties, shirt and jeans on the floor.  I just went back into the living room, watching TV and continued drinking.  I figured, meah, I’ll just sleep in one of the other rooms.  After another hour or so I’m tired and now drunk enough to go to sleep, so I go to bed (in my bed – like I always do, forgot about Brooks).

[SIZE=10pt]Around 9am the next morning, I wake up with just my shorts on to music; ASAP Ferg & Future “I’m on a new level” playing loudly in my living room.   [/SIZE]Brooks and I perk up, Brooks hears not only music but someone walking around in heals on my hardwood flooring, she looks at me:

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks (whispering) “who’s that?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Me “If it’s loud hip hop at 9am, It’s Angie”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks (still whispering and now shrinking in the sheets) “Is that your wife?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Me “No”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt](to be continued…)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Brooks III[/SIZE]

 
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Arizona Ron said:
[SIZE=10pt]I grab a highball, half ice in the glass, half ice in the shaker.  [/SIZE]Double shot in the shaker, lime juice, shake then pour into the highball.   I turned on the Bluetooth system, SiriusXM to The Pulse for what I call “ot’s pop” (pop music from 2000 to 2009, Rob Thomas, Matchbox Twenty, #### like that).

[SIZE=10pt]Me I gave her the drink then said, “Let me show you around” We walked around; she stopped a bit to take in the view of the city.[/SIZE]
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:thumbup:

 
Thank God. Angie will get this chick in line.  I look forward to a single tear falling down Brooks' face like the Native American watching some guy pollute a pristine stretch of highway.

 
Henry Ford said:
Wait, when did that start?
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After he bought that plane ticket for the business dinner lady who cheated on her husband. Iirc, she was not that good in the sack. Prob changed rons whole outlook on distraught chicks

 
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