(However, I am to be truffled with. If you ever want to give me a chocolate truffle wth a champagne middle I will be all too happy to accept.)
So - if she wanted to become a ref, would she have cut off that part of the conversation? I don't believe so. She wanted to take a love ride on the Silvers mobile. Sorry lady - all the tickets have been previously sold to the Emmanator. Get to the back of the line and be patient. I make no promises other than you could possibly have the best 90 seconds of your life. (Please keep in mind that 90 seconds is a personal record and actual love-making experience may be significantly shorter.)
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I will go into the details of the first pass made at me after the jump. I will then talk about the second time later this week. Just to keep you interested, the second person was a 60-year old man named Bob. I am not making this shit up.
I was hanging out at the bar after the game minding my own business. I was a drinking a beer saying hello to some of the folks I had just reffed. Then as I was about to leave I got into a conversation with a couple of lovelies.
One thing led to another and one of the women said, "so what do I have to do to get into that ref's shirt". BAM!!!
I played it off cool and non-challant and told her the details about becoming a ref but we both knew that she wanted a taste of my matza balls. And who can really blame her. Mine our nice and fluffy with a touch of hair and a musky scent.
As I was telling her about becoming a ref she changed the subject to more interesting things.
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1 comments:
what about Bob?
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