By the way, I'm not really a lesbian like Barry tried to make me out to be. I got drunk once and made out with a friend at a party, and everybody took pictures. Thats hardly gay, since drunk don't count. I just don't get the "sit on my face" oir "show me your tits" thing that you guys do. Do you really think that turns girls on? Why not try something nice like, " Hey Bear, I have two tickets to the Alabama/Georgia game this weekend. Care to join me for the game? We can stay at the Hampton Sunday night, and then catch a late breakfast at Cracker Barrel on the way back." Hell, I might even give a blow job on the drive to Tuscaloosa for a guy like that. Nah, a blow job for Alabama/Auburn Tickets. Georgia is a first date, so you only get a tease.
Can I just take ya to an alley, get the blowjob, and then maybe treat ya to a tic tac or something on the way back?
We need to see the aforementioned pics, just to decide for ourselves your level of lesbianism.... Heck, we can play Auburn/Alabama every night on the XBOX if you'd like, the loser has to.....hmmmm..... Plus I got a whole box of Jimmy Dean microwavable biscuits.... bow chicka wow wow... Even though I think Ala/UGA is going to be a closer game than the IronBowl.
What a sweet thing to say Dwaine. I bet that all of your underaged prostitute "girlfriends" think that you are just the bestest big daddy evar.
Leave me alone. It's a defense mechanism. Bear is too young anyway. I don't know for sure, but I bet she isn't even 21. The only time women her age hit on me is when they need gas money or want Mardi Gras beads.
So apparently Bear Bryant isn't limpy, afterall. Which leads me to wonder, with the exception of Maj Havoc, are all Barry's friends and acquaintances abysmally humourless, wet fish who are dependant on the artificially stabilising effects of 'meds'?
