... With my girlfriend.

She was attempting to bake some gingersnap cookies. I was attempting to relax on a Sunday afternoon with a few beers. About halfway through, she discovers that we're out of ginger. As this obviously won't do for baking gingersnaps, it quickly becomes apparent that one of us will have to go to the store. In the past this sort of discussion has been settled quite quicky, merely by ascertaining which one of us is wearing pants. If you're wearing pants, you have to go to the store. It's simple, but it works.

This time however, I wasn't willing to give up so easily. She had the drop on me (so to speak) as she was already minus pants, or legcovering of any sort, for that matter, but I wasn't ready to give up. I was desparate. I reached out for the only help I could find...

All I found was a bottle of Wild Turkey. Thinking as best I could, I pulled the cork, and guzzled as best I could.

Setting the bottle down, I announced that there was no way I could be expected to go to the store, as I had consumed more alcohol than I should and still drive. Also, in my haste, it was possible that I had spilled a small amount of bourbon, making sure that I smelled strongly enough that anyone could tell I had been drinking.

It was plainly a victory for me. She had no reasonable arguement against me. As she dressed to head for the store, I opened another beer, sat back, and basked in my well earned glory. Warmed by the burn of the bourbon, all I could do was grin happily, laughing just a little at my dog, who, when he looked at me with just one eye, looked just like a pirate. Except he didn't have a parrot. Which was good, because he doesn't really like birds. And also, all of you, that's right, all of you, suck. Because you're always making lefthand turns in front of me without even using your signal. And did I ever tell you about the parrot that lived in my neighborhood for a few months? He perched up in this big tree in my neighbors yard. He would talk to my dog and drive him crazy. Not the parrot, the dog. He's bark and bark (the dog, not the parrot) while the parrot told him to be quiet. It was funny. Really funny. But that was a long time ago. Almost a year. Now it's different. For instance, now we have cookies. Gingersnaps. Which both the dog and I like. And he can eat them because they don't have any chocolate. Because chocolate is bad for dogs. And also raisins. So, in conclusion, never feed your dog raisins. Because they're bad for dogs.

MV

wtf?

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-Justin

91 560 SEC AMG - other dogs dd
01 Honda S2000 - dogs dd
07 MB ML320 CDI - dd
16 Lexus IS250 - wifes dd

it's automatic.

Good for you Sport....You stood your ground as a man should!

Remember Kipling's famous quote"A woman is a woman,but a good cigar is a smoke."

Tell us....how soon did her pants come off apres cookies???

Way to go!

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Your girlfriend should dump your drunk, incoherent, lazy ass.

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1989 500SEL Euro
1966 250SE Cabriolet
1958 BMW Isetta 600

Posting Under the Influence?

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1980 300TD-China Blue/Blue MBTex-2nd Owner, 107K (Alt Blau) OBK #15
'06 Chevy Tahoe Z71 (for the wife & 4 kids, current mule) '03 Honda Odyssey (son #1's ride, reluctantly) '99 GMC Suburban (255K+ miles, semi-retired mule) 21' SeaRay Seville (summer escape pod)

Well,his girlfriend was probably too miffed to be the designated typer,and his dog has only one eye.........................................

You should NEVER argue with a girl wearing no pants. Leave that for later.

I'm just grateful when mine has her pants off already without any help from me. I'd probably do whatever she wanted me to at that point . . .

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OBK #55

1998 Lincoln Continental - Sold
Max 1984 300TD 285,000 miles - Sold
The Dee8gonator 1987 560SEC 196,000 miles - Sold
Orgasmatron - 2006 CLS500 90,000 miles
2002 C320 Wagon 122,000 miles
2016 AMG GTS 12,000 miles

I'd be divorced in a heartbeat if I did something like that, but I don't drink, and when she say's "jump", I say "how high", I think it's because she looks really, really good with or without pants on.

What a riot- that's great. BAV I think Hollywood is looking for a few good writers....

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2012 SLK 350
1987 420 SEL

Chances are good he'll not be writing to say how he has been going "with out"

Another case of PWD (posting while drunk)


You are so screwed, she is going to kick your butt when you sober up.

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1969 280SE
2023 Ram 1500
2007 Tiara 3200

......apparently she's not bright enough to.......

Consensus: Negative feedback combined with derisive prognostications to the original poster.