September 6th, 2004 03:56 PM |
|
|
parmeda |
gypsy...lmao, I live for shit like that to happen!
I would have taken things a step further.
My little "cigarette stunt" for crowd control...those hootchies, and their fricken hair, would have gone up in a poof! |
September 6th, 2004 04:03 PM |
|
|
LadyJane |
gypsy's story literally MADE my weekend.
Pam..how are ya, hon??? And yes, had you been there will your cigarette..
LJ. |
September 6th, 2004 04:08 PM |
|
|
parmeda |
...as well as can be expected, LadyJ.
I'll e-mail ya later |
September 6th, 2004 05:09 PM |
|
|
gypsy |
Oh, parmy, my friend Brandi did try the old cigarette trick...but there were two security guys just three feet away from us, so we were kind of scared. I usually carry my little bag of medical supplies, which include scissors, but I didn't this time...or I would have cut a big chunk out of the mom's hair.
But, truthfully, I didn't want to fight...I just wanted to enjoy the show. |
September 6th, 2004 08:00 PM |
|
|
Sir Stonesalot |
DMB
Dumbass Motherfuckin' Band
Gypsy...to answer your earlier question...my wife owns several Celine Dion CDs. Fortunately, I have never heard her play them. I think she bought them just to annoy me.
Glad you enjoyed the show. I bought a bootleg shirt for $10.00 in the parking lot. Not too bad for a knock off.
Funny story. The guy selling them had 2 sizes, medium and extra large. The lady in front of me couldn't decide what size she wanted...he looked at her and said, "You're a medium." He took one look at me and said, "Extra large for you."
Well my wife thought that was so funny, you know, like the guy didn't even consider a medium for me...till he said to the wife, "I gotta extra large here for you too, lady." At which point I busted out laughing.
I did not get my knob gobbled that night. |
September 7th, 2004 12:10 AM |
|
|
gypsy |
We looked for bootleg shirts to no avail.
Your wife is such a doucher. Just kidding, SS. Even my scrawny (he's tall and has lean muscle) boyfriend wears XL in his T-shirts. I think it's gay when guys wear tight t-shirts. Although I do give my boyfriend shit when he thinks he needs an XXL...when he's been working out, and thinks he's gained a lot of muscle, and we're at the mall, and he says "Babee, I need a double XL." I laugh, then he pouts, and then I just go along with the "Oh, you're so ripped, you do need a XXL." My dad is a muscular 6'3 or 6'4, and wears an XL perfectly. |
|