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I thought we could all share a story that is funny to us whatever it may be about....I'll go first
Ok this was the first time I approached a woman...I was like 18 in a gay club in Tampa dancing on the dance floor I notice this lady watching me and swaying to the music,so I strut myself over to her as I walk up she stops moving and stares lol. I get to her and say do you want to dance? She replies with oh I am sorry but I am here with my husband....from behind her a guy kinda steps out..I am embarressed and try to stamer out im sorry you are just the prettiest woman here so I tried *smile* as I turn away she grabs my arm and says your so cute! pulls me in and kisses the heck outta me..I was like ![]() ![]() Anyone else have a funny story to share? |
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I don't know about anybody else but when I was 19 I was bursting with wisdom.
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When I trained in martial arts I attended many tournaments. The first winter (about 6 months into my training) we went to New Orleans for the Mardi Gras tournament. I was a green belt (intermediate) and one of three women in my division from our dojo. I had made it to the final fight. At this particular tournament they would take the final fights from each age group and rank and have them fight it out on a raised stage. The place was packed and my fellow team were huddled in one area ready to cheer me on. My instructor's father was a riot for the most part and always had something to say about everything. My fight started and it was getting pretty heated when all of a sudden I get a front kick, that I know was meant to be above the belt (cause that was the rule) but ummm it was more like a football punt between the legs!! The kick lifted me off the stage. The thing was... she didn't move her foot right away!! So, instructor's father decided to chime in "She's buried her foot! Need help getting it out," to the top of his lungs!! The whole place, I don't know, 300+ audience erupted in laughter and I was so damn embarrassed that the next time the center judge said to fight I pounced the woman and got the final point... not so much to win at this point but to get the hell off the stage!!
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LMAO Kannon! this reminds me of growing up with my sisters who are twins.. so one was in gymnastics one was into cheering.. I was da guinea pig. I can still touch my toes to my head ![]() ![]() |
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when i was still in school i worked in a dry cleaners as a presser.. i think we specialized in police uniform we did hundreds a day!! i would have to check for missing buttons and other small repairs befor i put the uniform press on the shirt and pants. i was amazed how these guys would complain about the smallest imperfection or if a small tear was missed.. caused my boss to be on my ass constantly!! sheeez they could have at least noted them when the turned them is besides we only charged $1.65 for a complete uniform! me being raised by rebels ..(truck drivers and bikers) decided to take revenge!! when i had to do any kind of repair on the pants i started sewing the back baton pocket the the front change pocket so when the put them on they would get nutted or at least goosed!! i denied it for awhile but eventually got fired.. one and only job i was ever fired from.
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