I bagged a Werewolf groupie (BR cover band)  once.  I was drunk and she was hefty, which I didn't realize until she was already naked.  I was very unhappy, so now Dennis' couch smells like fat girl snatch and infinite sadness...

 

I heard a pretty awesome quote today at lunch.  Some woman was having a conversation on her cellphone the entire time she was there, completely ignoring the person in the booth with her as well as everyone else in the restraunt.  Out of the blue I heard this:

"All the bitches are here in town, but we're importing the sperm from Ireland."

Would most people rather go to a weekend in New Orleans or a 

weekend in St. Gabriel?

 

St. Gabriel would be those smokestacks in the distance...

The guy instantly went "Oh, so you're the local

badass? You're the guitar slinger to duel with?"

It is at this point that you should have unsheathed your 6 string and planted it deep in his skull, given him the classic metal salute (\m/), dislodged your guitar and solo'd out the door.