how to win a lady…
i met justin for lunch, mission:garden burger, destination:red robin. being the people watcher that i am, i couldn’t help but browse the crowd for something; just a little something, that’s all i ask.
camouflage. i know this isn’t the first time i’ve discussed camo, and surely it won’t be the last. it can’t be helped, there is just something about a man in camouflage, and that something typically involves some sort of dry-heaving on my part, today’s fella did not disappoint.
clear your mind of any images if you will– now picture a beer belly clad in camouflage (certainly not concealing anything), a handle-bar mustache atop his mouth, the mouth that blew me a burp, yeah, a burp. disgusting! i’m sure that mating ritual works in the huntin’ world, but not here. in the future, fucko, limit your nasty burp calls to the animal kingdom, and your manly man table. that would be lovely, umm thanks.
I don’t remember seeing you there.
you loved it and you know it…
Me and my bike got blown off the road yesterday by this monster diesel dodge with a sticker in the window saying, “Ditch the bitch, go huntin’.” Nice to see he found some lunch, if not a dinner date.
You have a way with words. I picture you on a VH1 “Best of something” show spouting off some one-line zingers to neatly encapsulate your take on pop culture. You should consider it. How do you apply for that job?
Ohmigod! He belched and blew? Were you at The Red Robin near the world famous Fashion Place Mall? This makes me miss Utah.
ace: that’s your best comment yet.
QB: duh, you know me well…i love a good burping man. hot!
t: you were riding near ak’s house??
lincoln: is that’s a compliment, i’ll take it!!
amy: bingo on the location, training table is what should make you miss utah! “cheese fries, the last thing i need is an order of cheese fries…”
The mere thought of Training Table dipping sauce could be the best reason to break down and book a ticket to SLC.