Eatin' Queer Fetuses for Jesus: EnviroDude: Eatin' Queer Fetuses for Jesus: EnviroDude: The 11:45 scramble to find a chick to go home with before the bar closes at midnight is the funniest thing to watch in a bar. After all, why spend the time and money to convince a woman you are hot when all you have to do is whiz on her and mark her as yours.

Aaaaaaaaand... Now we all know you are 15 years old, because bars don't close at midnight, anywhere. Explains a lot about you, actually.

Aaaaaaaaand now we can see you have never been more than 50 miles from home. Kidding aside, a lot of states, cities, counties force bars to shut at midnight.

Gee thanks for the lesson, little guy! Seriously, you outed yourself. Nobody who has ever been in a bar until closing time would reference 11:45. That is when us actual adults left home to go to the bar to start the evening. Are you a Mormon or something? And if you are actually telling the truth, why were you watching other guys get laid instead of doing so yourself? I think we know the answer.

Look, kid, I have holes in my underwear that are older than you. That being said, I was working in Traverse City Michigan in the 80's. The bars closed at midnight. From 7 pm until 11:45, all the guys stood on one end of the bar and didn't engage any of the women. At last call, there was a mad scramble for the chicks. The strategy was fairly successful as the women were stupid sluts.

Get out and visit the rest of the country, cityboy. You will see that the rest of the world abides by rules - mostly that they don't like drunks driving on the road after midnight.

Me? I am old school from the south. If you want to have sex with a woman, you have to engage her, you actually have to talk to her for more than 30 seconds. If you are not willing to do this, then you catch the STD you deserve.

/never had a problem meeting women there because I was pouring out the southern charm. and by showing women respect (something the natives didn't do), they were crawling on me.

so if your lovelife is not what it should be: get a high paying job. treat a woman with respect. talk to her. seduce her.

Baliff, whack his pee pee.

jtown: Ablejack: iheartscotch: Eatin' Queer Fetuses for Jesus: EnviroDude: The 11:45 scramble to find a chick to go home with before the bar closes at midnight is the funniest thing to watch in a bar. After all, why spend the time and money to convince a woman you are hot when all you have to do is whiz on her and mark her as yours.

Aaaaaaaaand... Now we all know you are 15 years old, because bars don't close at midnight, anywhere. Explains a lot about you, actually.

In some places; they have to stop searving at midnight on Sunday; but the rest of the week it's 2am.

Should have just gone with "the eleventh hour".

How 'bout "the penultimate hour"? Because you really do start looking before last call. Last call is when you've already got one arm around her and you're trying to get in that last order for 4 beers and 2 shots. And a water. To sober up.

Oh yeah. Came here to say if she'd just given him a handjob, she wouldn't have got peed on.

/stayin' classy.

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Tom Dubois: [about the R. Kelly sex tape] Riley, she was a little girl.
Riley: Oh, I saw that girl. She wasn't little. I'm little. Gary Coleman's little. Mini-Me is little. And to the best of my knowledge, we all managed to avoid gettin' peed on so far!
Tom Dubois: But what about the victim!
Riley: Oh yes! The victim. At what point does personal responsibility become a factor in this equation? I see piss comin' I run. She saw piss comin' she stayed. And why should I miss out on the next R. Kelly album *just* fo' that?
[walks away]
Huey: Man, you just beat by an eight-year old.
Riley: [from afar] And if R. Kelly goes to jail, I'ma piss on yo' cat!

Eatin' Queer Fetuses for Jesus: EnviroDude: The 11:45 scramble to find a chick to go home with before the bar closes at midnight is the funniest thing to watch in a bar. After all, why spend the time and money to convince a woman you are hot when all you have to do is whiz on her and mark her as yours.

Aaaaaaaaand... Now we all know you are 15 years old, because bars don't close at midnight, anywhere. Explains a lot about you, actually.

Aaaaaaaaand now we can see you have never been more than 50 miles from home. Kidding aside, a lot of states, cities, counties force bars to shut at midnight.

EnviroDude: The 11:45 scramble to find a chick to go home with before the bar closes at midnight is the funniest thing to watch in a bar.

In the early 80s the motto of the Texas Tech rugby team was "Go ugly early and avoid the rush".

Another dog tries to mark his territory.