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Yeah but dude, you forgot to say the bit where April tells you your big ego moment you savored for all that time was in fact a delusion because she hadn’t actually been very impressed with it. Apart from that, sweet story, I always love to hear stories of how relationships start out even if I’ve heard them before. Plus this time there were things you said that you didn’t put into it the last time you told it.
I got to do something to sort my guts out as well. I used to be Mr Regular, like clockwork, until a couple of years ago. Now I’m all over the place. If I had more discipline I’d keep a food diary and nut it out Sherlock style but it seems like a pain in the ass. I mean … uh … you know what I mean.
Man, I don’t know about how to get your workplace to take the cork out of its ass. I think you should run with your idea of the piss filled water gun because I can’t come up with a better idea that doesn’t involve womp rats and a T-16. Doesn’t Charlie even yak it up with you?
I make no apology for sometimes mentally rating girls on a hotness scale, it’s just a normal part of being a dude and as long as you don’t disrespect the girl there’s no crime in it at all. When I was in Brazil, in the city, I’d take the bus all the time and as girls got on the bus I’d sit there with my sunglasses on and rate them on the ol’ Bucho scale then average out the score. And a lot of the time the average would be a good six and a half to seven (where six and above is, respectfully, fuckable without the aid of alcohol). Some of those Amazonian senhoritas are ridiculously hot. You can’t argue with science, especially the science of the ass.
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I went to a specialist about my gut today and he reckons it’s irritable bowel syndrome. Splattery shit and excess gas might make me a hit with the ladies but it sometimes leads to hurried searches for public rest rooms and I can do without that kind of excitement.
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drink you some of that Metamucil stuff Bucho, you’ll be back to good productive poo in no time, just call it a Bing Cocktail.
Yeah dude, Metamucil, that’s the stuff he gave me. I used to be regular as shit. I mean … you know what I mean. Clockwork.
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Bucho wrote:Yeah dude, Metamucil, that’s the stuff he gave me. I used to be regular as shit. I mean … you know what I mean. Clockwork.I thought the pic looked kinda like a mud covered you….so there.
I call it “Pucho Boo”
I once went to a fancy dress party as Mr Hanky The Christmas Poo. I wore only polypropylene t-shirt and long johns all covered in mud, and some Mr Hanky style gloves and a Santa hat. I never got the smell out of my polyprops and needless to say, in spite of being the hit of the party in costume terms I didn’t have any luck with the ladies that night.
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