If You Met The Litster Above You In a Dark Alley, WWYD?

Runs after and slaps her on the ass while passing her laughing "you're buying"

Catches up, rugby-tackles him to the ground, scrambles up and flashes my winning arse as I run ahead, yelling "ya sure about that?" :p
 
Catches up, rugby-tackles him to the ground, scrambles up and flashes my winning arse as I run ahead, yelling "ya sure about that?" :p

Scrambles up, catches her, grabs her by the arm , pulling her to him laughing "who needs the bar? We can have more fun out here", gives a quick peck on the cheek and runs ahead
 
Scrambles up, catches her, grabs her by the arm , pulling her to him laughing "who needs the bar? We can have more fun out here", gives a quick peck on the cheek and runs ahead

Ok, this is turning into one of those bloody nightmares when you can't seem to outrun the ghoulie chasing you... :eek:

*rolls up sleeves*

Start to run, trip and yell... Crying, bleeding knee... appealing to AG to come and help a poor, injured female... both hobbling to the bar...

Ten steps away from the door, I wind him with a punch in the stomach and get to be the one slamming my palm down on the bar first.

Hmmm. Twenty minutes later, am still alone. Shit. My competitiveness has fucked me over again. :eek:
 
Ok, this is turning into one of those bloody nightmares when you can't seem to outrun the ghoulie chasing you... :eek:

*rolls up sleeves*

Start to run, trip and yell... Crying, bleeding knee... appealing to AG to come and help a poor, injured female... both hobbling to the bar...

Ten steps away from the door, I wind him with a punch in the stomach and get to be the one slamming my palm down on the bar first.

Hmmm. Twenty minutes later, am still alone. Shit. My competitiveness has fucked me over again. :eek:

I would be as terrified as she was....dark alleys...NO WAY!
 
Ok, this is turning into one of those bloody nightmares when you can't seem to outrun the ghoulie chasing you... :eek:

*rolls up sleeves*

Start to run, trip and yell... Crying, bleeding knee... appealing to AG to come and help a poor, injured female... both hobbling to the bar...

Ten steps away from the door, I wind him with a punch in the stomach and get to be the one slamming my palm down on the bar first.

Hmmm. Twenty minutes later, am still alone. Shit. My competitiveness has fucked me over again. :eek:

Stumbled into the bar wondering what I did to deserve that.
Order a water and a screwdriver as I sit next to Tal
 
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