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- Path: sparky!uunet!mdisea!uw-coco!uw-beaver!boesch
- From: boesch@cs.washington.edu (Eric Boesch)
- Subject: Re: Scoring Points?
- Message-ID: <1992Nov9.085329.21967@beaver.cs.washington.edu>
- Sender: news@beaver.cs.washington.edu (USENET News System)
- Organization: Bull Milking Dept., Special Sauce Bureau, McDonald's
- References: <1992Nov6.001833.11634@twg.com>
- Date: Mon, 9 Nov 92 08:53:29 GMT
- Lines: 17
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- In article <1992Nov6.001833.11634@twg.com> donp@twg.com (Don Pette) writes:
- >
- >recently begun to date again. Now, at 33 and a fucking half, I am
- >pretty sure of the way things are supposed to work on a date. Well,
- >last night as I was dropping off my (possible) future love recepticle,
- >she said this, "You are definately scoring points with me, bye".
- >
- >Scoring points? What the fuck is this, I was under the impression
-
- Maybe she meant that with her you can score points in The Big Game,
- that she is a toy that might put you on top in the end, especially if
- you get her drunk first. On Judgment Day, could you stand to be neck
- and neck with the Sultan of Brunei, knowing you could have been clear
- winner if you had died neck and neck with this would-be boy toy?
-
- Forget about her though. A real toy doesn't haggle its own price, it
- says "squeeze me and push my button."
-