FTFA: He dropped his robe and just stood in her dressing room until she said yes.

I'm surprised that ever works.

Atheist_Republican: I'm surprised that ever works.

It helps when you are Justin Timberlake

Atheist_Republican: FTFA: He dropped his robe and just stood in her dressing room until she said yes.

I'm surprised that ever works.

And then she had hot, steamy sex with him!

I saw that skit of him dancing in the leotard, and it was funny as hell. Totally changed my opinion of Justin Timberlake. I now think he deserves to be famous.

I suddenly can't get the image of Justin Timberlake in a black leotard out of my head.

Not that I want to, for a little while.

News Item: Justin Timberlake's mom likes his dick-in-a-box.

Is anything wrong anymore?



/just asking

Ahhh, that helps. With the black leotard, anyway.

cryinoutloud: I saw that skit of him dancing in the leotard, and it was funny as hell. Totally changed my opinion of Justin Timberlake. I now think he deserves to be famous.

He's shown that he's pretty good at sketch comedy, although, how much of it is funny in general and how much of it is funny because he's doing it, I'm not sure.

When he has a random cameo in SNL, it's usually funny.

It's the gift that keeps on giving and giving and giving!

monkeyman3875: Atheist_Republican: I'm surprised that ever works.

It helps when you are Justin Timberlake

It doesn't necessarily even have to that.

Back when I was in the Army, we held a small party in my room. One of the girls invited happened to spill a little beer on my bedclothes. Anyway, when our squared-away uptight room-mate got home after a double-shift, I had to break up the party. So I said "Party's over. Everyone has to leave, except for Christine".

She said "Why?"

I said "You spilled beer on my comforter. You OWE me".

Best part: It actually freakin' worked.
Bestest part: The guy she came to the party with was reduced to waiting outside in the hall until I was done with her. Needless to say, I took my time.

dittybopper: monkeyman3875: Atheist_Republican: I'm surprised that ever works.

It helps when you are Justin Timberlake

It doesn't necessarily even have to that.

Back when I was in the Army, we held a small party in my room. One of the girls invited happened to spill a little beer on my bedclothes. Anyway, when our squared-away uptight room-mate got home after a double-shift, I had to break up the party. So I said "Party's over. Everyone has to leave, except for Christine".

She said "Why?"

I said "You spilled beer on my comforter. You OWE me".

Best part: It actually freakin' worked.
Bestest part: The guy she came to the party with was reduced to waiting outside in the hall until I was done with her. Needless to say, I took my time.

Your story made me shudder.

Epossumondas:

Your story made me shudder.

In a good way, or a bad way?

/Had Jimi Hendrix's album "Are You Experienced" playing in the background, and a red light.

/relative

dittybopper: I said "You spilled beer on my comforter. You OWE me".

Best part: It actually freakin' worked.
Bestest part: The guy she came to the party with was reduced to waiting outside in the hall until I was done with her. Needless to say, I took my time.

Whiskey Dick?

/I keed
//But that biatch would've been walking home

Brainsick: dittybopper: I said "You spilled beer on my comforter. You OWE me".

Best part: It actually freakin' worked.
Bestest part: The guy she came to the party with was reduced to waiting outside in the hall until I was done with her. Needless to say, I took my time.

Whiskey Dick?

Not *QUITE*. I'd reached that awesome area of inebriation where you can get it up relatively easily, but it takes a while to get rid of it.


/I keed
//But that biatch would've been walking home

She did walk home, in a funny way, all 30 or so feet to her barracks room.

I'd also like to point out that this happened roughly 21 years ago, when I was:

1. Much younger
2. In better shape
3. More stupid
4. More drunk
5. Less married
6. Generally hornier
7. Less picky about when and where and who

On the other hand, it was the first real evidence I had from first-hand experience that sometimes acting like an asshole can have real benefits if done correctly.

I want to hate him, but I just don't.

dittybopper

It doesn't necessarily even have to that.

Back when I was in the Army, we held a small party in my room. One of the girls invited happened to spill a little beer on my bedclothes. Anyway, when our squared-away uptight room-mate got home after a double-shift, I had to break up the party. So I said "Party's over. Everyone has to leave, except for Christine".

She said "Why?"

I said "You spilled beer on my comforter. You OWE me".

Best part: It actually freakin' worked.
Bestest part: The guy she came to the party with was reduced to waiting outside in the hall until I was done with her. Needless to say, I took my time.

That guy, the one who waited outside in the hall, is the biggest chump in chumpdom's long history of chumpiness.

Balrog1: I want to hate him, but I just don't.

Try harder.

mofomisfit:
That guy, the one who waited outside in the hall, is the biggest chump in chumpdom's long history of chumpiness.

I actually felt bad for him.

You know, afterwards.

mofomisfit

That guy, the one who waited outside in the hall, is the biggest chump in chumpdom's long history of chumpiness.

Or the most calculating voyeur on base.

Facetious_Speciest: mofomisfit

That guy, the one who waited outside in the hall, is the biggest chump in chumpdom's long history of chumpiness.

Or the most calculating voyeur on base.

The most stupid one: The door was solid, my bed mostly wasn't visible from the area of the door, and there was a desk and a sheet on a string (for privacy) besides.

Now, my two roommates, and my one roommates girlfriend, on the other hand, could at least *HEAR* what was going on.

dittybopper:

Congratulations on the most successful threadjack I've ever witnessed!

/hasn't done anything with my life worthy of telling any story about

Something_Creative: dittybopper:

Congratulations on the most successful threadjack I've ever witnessed!

/hasn't done anything with my life worthy of telling any story about

Well, to be honest, it is about a dick in a "box".

Well, did he come or what?

Link installs "MS Antivirus 2009" spyware/virus

g-booby: Well, did he come or what?

JESUS CHRIST, MAN! There are some things you just don't talk about in public.

Justin likes a you-know-what in his butt?

dittybopper: Brainsick: dittybopper: I said "You spilled beer on my comforter. You OWE me".

Best part: It actually freakin' worked.
Bestest part: The guy she came to the party with was reduced to waiting outside in the hall until I was done with her. Needless to say, I took my time.

Whiskey Dick?

Not *QUITE*. I'd reached that awesome area of inebriation where you can get it up relatively easily, but it takes a while to get rid of it.


/I keed
//But that biatch would've been walking home

She did walk home, in a funny way, all 30 or so feet to her barracks room.

I'd also like to point out that this happened roughly 21 years ago, when I was:

1. Much younger
2. In better shape
3. More stupid
4. More drunk
5. Less married
6. Generally hornier
7. Less picky about when and where and who

On the other hand, it was the first real evidence I had from first-hand experience that sometimes acting like an asshole can have real benefits if done correctly.

As soon as you said She walked home I knew this was BS.
The guy she arrived with waited outside. Why? If she lived 30 feet away.
The facts don't add up. The tone sounds ridiculous. But then again I don't care. Seems like you're bragging about being a dick It's like bragging about having a venereal disease or really bad breath.
I only came here to determine what the hell Dick in a box was.

dittybopper: mofomisfit:
That guy, the one who waited outside in the hall, is the biggest chump in chumpdom's long history of chumpiness.

I actually felt bad for him.

You know, afterwards.

Thanks...I actually feel better after all these years.

Well if his mom didn't like dick in her box, then how'd she get pregnant to begin with...

alaric3: dittybopper: Brainsick: dittybopper: I said "You spilled beer on my comforter. You OWE me".

Best part: It actually freakin' worked.
Bestest part: The guy she came to the party with was reduced to waiting outside in the hall until I was done with her. Needless to say, I took my time.

Whiskey Dick?

Not *QUITE*. I'd reached that awesome area of inebriation where you can get it up relatively easily, but it takes a while to get rid of it.


/I keed
//But that biatch would've been walking home

She did walk home, in a funny way, all 30 or so feet to her barracks room.

I'd also like to point out that this happened roughly 21 years ago, when I was:

1. Much younger
2. In better shape
3. More stupid
4. More drunk
5. Less married
6. Generally hornier
7. Less picky about when and where and who

On the other hand, it was the first real evidence I had from first-hand experience that sometimes acting like an asshole can have real benefits if done correctly.

As soon as you said She walked home I knew this was BS.
The guy she arrived with waited outside. Why? If she lived 30 feet away.
The facts don't add up. The tone sounds ridiculous. But then again I don't care. Seems like you're bragging about being a dick It's like bragging about having a venereal disease or really bad breath.
I only came here to determine what the hell Dick in a box was.

It was an *ARMY BARRACKS*. And yes, he did wait out in the hall, and actually she had to walk up a flight of steps. The part about her walking funny was an embellishment but the essential facts are correct.

His room was in a different building (I think. He was in a different company), hers directly above mine (female rooms were on a different floor). The only way for him to know she had left my room was to wait outside mine, or hers. He couldn't really do the second option because hanging around the hallway of the distaff section of the barracks was good way to get noticed, and possibly counseled.

alaric3:
I only came here to determine what the hell Dick in a box was.

Dick-in-a-box

(SNL transcript, SFW).

It is stuff like this that makes me like Justin Timberlake. The only good thing about the movie the Love Guru was JT as Jacque "Le Cock" Laroque. Funny as hell, especially if you are canadian. The rest of the movie sucked though.

You know, after reading TFA, I'm a mite bit concerned for Timberlake since he dropped trou in front of Beyonce. Jay-Z may not be too happy-happy-joy-joy about that.

bin_smokin: It is stuff like this that makes me like Justin Timberlake. The only good thing about the movie the Love Guru was JT as Jacque "Le Cock" Laroque. Funny as hell, especially if you are canadian. The rest of the movie sucked though.

Agreed. He definitely has a sense of humor about who he is and what he does. He was pretty good in Alpha Dog too, another not-so-hot movie. Plus he gets girls to shake their shiat and end up in less clothes than they started with. Which is nice.

/going to need a cleanup in aisle 3

Edison Force. What an all star cast (plus Timberlake) turning out such a mediocre movie. Jizz in my Pants is a funny video skit as well.

dittybopper: monkeyman3875: Atheist_Republican: I'm surprised that ever works.

It helps when you are Justin Timberlake

It doesn't necessarily even have to that.

Back when I was in the Army, we held a small party in my room. One of the girls invited happened to spill a little beer on my bedclothes. Anyway, when our squared-away uptight room-mate got home after a double-shift, I had to break up the party. So I said "Party's over. Everyone has to leave, except for Christine".

She said "Why?"

I said "You spilled beer on my comforter. You OWE me".

Best part: It actually freakin' worked.
Bestest part: The guy she came to the party with was reduced to waiting outside in the hall until I was done with her. Needless to say, I took my time.

Ouch, that guy got Woodsided!

Did you wait 10 years, then do it again to the same guy?

cryinoutloud: I saw that skit of him dancing in the leotard, and it was funny as hell. Totally changed my opinion of Justin Timberlake. I now think he deserves to be famous.

me too, he went up a point in my book.

/at point 1