Writer's Block: Pickup Artist

[wickedflea]

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"I'll give you $60 in food stamps to give me some."

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[xtina82.livejournal.com]

Ouch! That just SEEMS wrong haha!

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Ugh, it was! The woman looked like Mushmouth from the Fat Albert gang!

[xtina82.livejournal.com]

Dam! That sounds awful. Mine was a story a guy friend shared with me. While working at the bar a woman asked him for a cock-tail, he advised her he was not a bartender, pointed her where to order... she then asked him if he could just give her a cock instead haha! They've been on about 3 dates now... and all our girlfriends refer to her as "the cock girl" haha

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

LOLOLOL--well, I guess the line worked!

[xtina82.livejournal.com]

Pretty much! I cant say anything like that has ever worked on me! I dont randomly leave with people from bars haha = possible "ceral" killers ;)

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

Haha! Was that overheard or did someone say it to you?

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

A co-worker said it to me. :(

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

You meet some real characters, mang. ;)

[m-fallenangel.livejournal.com]

"That guy over there is my boyfriend and I'm pissed at him. Can we go to your place and fuck?"

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

So how was it?

[m-fallenangel.livejournal.com]

She wasn't pretty so I said no thanks.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Good man.

Job opportunity...

[sweetterrig.livejournal.com]

Hey, I know you just moved down south... and I am not sure how happy you are with your current job.... but this is an opening that I just heard of in Birmingham, AL and thought I would pass it along to you:

Charter Media, a cable advertising media company in Birmingham is seeking a Research Analyst. This position supports the local sales offices in three DMA’s (Birmingham, Montgomery and Huntsville) with a complete suite of quantitative and qualitative research tools. Responsibilities include designing client presentations, analyzing, interpreting, and presenting research data for use in on-going sales efforts and maintaining familiarity with quantitative and qualitative media research tools. Bachelor’s Degree in Marketing or related field required, 3 years of research experience required. Apply online at www.charter.com, search within “Ad Sales Division”. For information contact: Steve Burbank 205.298.1688 or steve.burbank@chartercom.com

For what its worth...

Re: Job opportunity...

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Wow, thanks much! I am starting to wonder how long I'm going to stay here, but I need to stay where I am for now. But thanks for sending that along!

[lastcallforcorn.livejournal.com]

from one woman to another, at an indigo girls concert:

excuse me-- do you play softball?

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

aldksfja;skdfj;alsfkdj

so. perfect.

[opened---once.livejournal.com]

Are your parents retarded? Because I think you're really special.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Holy SHEEP SHIT. That's . . . remarkable. :P

[liminal-space.livejournal.com]

your life should be a book.

so write it already.





and use that pickup line as a title! =D

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

I know, I know. :P

[jetjet.livejournal.com]

"Do you have a landing strip, cause I bet I can fly your private Jet..."
Seriously, cause my name is Jet and I am a flight attendant.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

WTF?!?!? That's amazing.

[shlorp.livejournal.com]

"You're sweet and spicy. Like szechuan chicken." Which is why my gay BFF calls me "Szechuan" to this day. We eventually became friends with the guy, and another night at karaoke he looked around the bar and sighed and said, "There are, like, NO girls here. Wanna go have sex?"

And later, he ended up hooking up with my gay BFF. So actually it's kind of weird that I DIDN'T go out with him that first time. Because all my California exes except one ended up hooking up with Sean.

OMG that reminds me of another one! Again at karaoke. I finished singing and a guy came up and complimented me on my voice and said something like, "I bet you're a screamer in bed." Which was weird because I'd just sung a ballad with no screaming in it whatsoever.

I'd give $60 in food stamps to never hear another crappy line again in my life.