Darn It...........Shot Down Again

“I asked a girl out to dinner earlier tonight. As my luck would have it, she has a boyfriend.

Shot down again.






































I'll be back in a month to check up on her situation 8)”

“Poor baby.

























Optimistic opportunism is a good thing.”

“The key is to just start following her around 24/7. Go through her garbage, you can learn a lot about her that way. Take many photos of her and build a shrine in your living room. Send her letters every day. Call her house at least 15 times every hour. Chicks dig this kind of attention. And don’t worry about that 100-yard restraining order that just means she really likes you.”

“Eat her brains!”

“hey i got a good one that almost endedin a fight....

One time while out in a bar in Atlanta, I was talking to this girl. Well we had been talkin for prolly 5-10 mins, when this dude walks up and is like "Ay man that's my girlfriend." I was like oh my bad sorry i didnt know. I turned to the girl and apologized and slid over to the next seat. He sat between us. For about the next 5 mins or so he was constantly lookin over at me. Finally, he gets the nerve to tell me again. "YOU know I hate it when guys like you try to talk with my girl." I was like dude once again im sorry i didnt know and she didnt say anything about a bf so its cool dont worry about it. He's like "i dont care what you think man I want to hear you apologize again".












now at this point in time i am pissed...im talkin smokin cigs like theyre about to be banned trying to stay calm pissed....





I turn to the guy (who was my size only with no muscle) and i say you know i know what you want and its not an apology.
hes like oh yeah well what the #&%!$ is it then...


I said you want me to beat your gf's ass and then #&%!$ you dont you.

LOL sick yes but you knwo i work in a body shop...you gotta be sick to work there....

anyways his eyese are all bulging and #&%!$ and hes like wtf are you talkin about man...kinda jumped up like a prized cockfighter and stalked off...i resumed talking to her and dated of and on for a bit......good things come to those who choose their words with no caution...”

“OMG...LOL..hahahahahahahaha”

“now that i think back on it i feel the same way you do divinity...and i consider it one of the most extraordinary convo's of my like...i love it...”

“Whatta ya want to do ,just give up??!! Did we just give up when the Germans attacked pearl Harbor???!!! LOL

Plenty more fish in the sea!!”

“LOL Shep! Awww, Buddur. Keep at it.”

“Sometimes you guys down there scare me.”

“Awww Budder, from what I've heard and read, you are quite a catch. She probably wasn't good enough for ya anyway. Either way a boyfriend is better than husband, fiance.... If you like her that much, start with friend things. He may go by the wayside.”

“LOL, that's a classic, shep!


The worst response I ever got from a girl was, "Well...yes... and no!"”

“Unless she really doesn't have a BF? :O

Sorry Budder! Talking from experience! ;)”

“Oh...yeah, well that's tru bm. But in that case she doesn't realize what she turned down now does she. I mean he backpacks, skateboards, makes gear, sews, cooks.......Dang, what's that song. "Stupid Girl"”

“Well dhutch, I know who to go to if I'm felling rejected.

In the meantime I'm thinking of using one of Becks hits as my theme song....”

“sings "LOSER" for bearmagnet.....

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
don't believe everything that you breathe
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mace in the dark
savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park

(yo. Cut it.)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(double-barrel buckshy)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
one's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
the daytime crap of the folksinger slob
he hung himself with a guitar string
a slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
you can't write if you can't relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
that's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
soooooooyy....
(chorus backwards)
(I'm a driver, I'm the winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
[repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutches, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)”

“Hows come all the girls that turn me on have boyfriends...or live a days drive from me?

While at Pizza Hut tonight we got this waitress who always gives me such the kindness, like she digs me or something, and she's HOT! So this time I mustered up the courage and asked her if she'd have dinner with me some night. She thank'd me very much and in a sorry voice said she gulp has a boyfriend. She did seem kind of disappointed that she couldn't do it (dinner, that is)...she told me to "keep stopping in" as if maybe when the day comes that she's single that she'd be avaliable.

In which I replied... "Oh...I'll be around."”

“Poor Ol' Lonely Buddur!”

“Keep stopping in.... and tip generously!

Me? Cynical? Nah....”

“how do you find it so hard to get a date buddur? there are millions of available women in any given area...

you might just need some coaching is all...bf's pose no problem in most cases...unless its actually serious fiance type stuff...”

“Way to be so optimistic and persistent. Don't give up.”

“Maybe she's gonna ditch him for you B-man! She'll be a lucky chick if'n she does.”

“Waitress's that flirt make a LOT more money in tips. You should work on your shyness (my problem for many years) and ask a LOT more girls out. I think the end result will surprise you. Even if you get shot down 9 out of 10, there will still be one.”

“My wife had a boyfriend when I met her. That's nothing a few hundred dollars in flowers and a talk from Uncle Vito can't overcome.”

“I was gonna make the comment about the connection of flirting and good tips, also, hahaha.

Yeah, ask more chickiepoos out, Buddur!”

“And when you meet a gal, make sure the very first words out of your mouth aren't, "Wow! I had a really big dump this morning!"

LMAO!!”

“what, Buddur Dog not working out anymore?”

“HInt Number 1)...wear clothes it helps.
2)Eat with your hands,lowering your face into the pizza gives a bad impression.
3)Leave the shot gun at home,it makes people nervous.
4)Leave the pet bear at home,women like fur coats,your pet Grizz and your charming snake Monty,might just scare them off.

Just joking Buddur..Have you ever thought of finding a pretty girl at a trail head or National Park or joining one of those single Serria Clubs... your gonna want to meet a woman who loves the outdoors. A woman friend of mine is geting married to a guy who hates camping,he tried it once and vowed he`ll never do it again.She loves the bush ...Problems later ????”

“No Comment -- LOL”

“Maybe he's in for a lot of threesomes Tilt, ya never know.”

“Sounds like you need to try my singles page.”

“An' Brer Fox, he lay low......”

“Her loss, BuddurMan.

If ya dig her enough, be persistent. It could pay off in the long run.”

“The dreaded b word.
I spent ages working on this woman in my old building, chatting, blah blah. And then she's loitering around waiting to go out for lunch, I swear she was waiting for me to ask her to lunch, but then she dropped the b word - so I didn't.
Then on the day we move out she comes to my office to say goodbye, only I was out at a meeting. Goddammit - I knew she was interested.”