They are all my classmates at my university, and dont get excited, Im like the village Eunch, I get called for heavy labor, bailing out drunks, and in general playing ominous big brother figure.
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"that perv over there is scaring me, your psycho and weird, go deal with him"
Also when at school Im frequently the token white guy amongst a group of asians, sometimes its like somebody did some casting for a damned UPN/Fox "ethnic" sitcom I sware.
NOW thats funny but hey at least your getting some pick me ups!
I've always said the most beautiful girl I ever met was half Swiss, half Phillipino. I spotted her out of a sea of people in the library. GORGEOUS ! Too bad I never had a chance!
Speaking of exs though. Funny because nothing ever happened between us physically...
On the phone for 3 years the phone sex was pretty good.
She finally shows up at my house after 3 years...And I had no idea what to do...
She jumps in her car, her cousin driving. And Im left in a cloud of gasoline...
Shock was all I felt...WTF just happened!
Finally I decided to do something bold & decisive! I had no car at the time so I jumped on the first train to the city & hopped the shuttle that goes to JFK. My mind was going in a million directions I figured her plane left already. Did I have time to piss?
I hoisted a half gallon of gatorade to make sure I had enough of something in me. Soon as the train hit Jamaica I ditched the gatorade & dashed sonic style to the shuttle. (its like a nice size train depot somewhat ghetto but you've got 6 tracks I think. ) I made the shuttle and striked up a conversation with some Irish guy...NO A REAL IRISH GUY FROM IRELAND...He was here on some soccer fund or whatever, seemed like a nice guy, talking helped calm the anxiety a bit.
But not enough...
I get there I knew she was on Delta but thats it. So I check the plane arrivals/departures list. Theres one at terminal 3! So I run to terminal 3 tell the clerk at the counter I need to get on that plane! So they say...NO. And I go off on this rant & they check the passenger manifest & say shes not on. & finally they tell me shes on & that they'll call her over the intercom. So some of my panic is released...But time starts to roll by 5 mins, 10 mins, 15 & Im pretty pissed now. So I STORM threw security & they take me down. Everyone is looking at me like im ready to ram a plane into a building. The security head looks at me & makes me a polegize to the security guard I uhh dislodged & they say your defineatly in the wrong terminal. So they send me to terminal 2 & yep there she is. Blocked by some plexiglass bullshit
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[B]Until you've tried all the colors in the rainbow you really haven't lived. [/B][/QUOTE]
there was this girl who was half asian half black, she count?
I am half man, half Asian.
[B]We half Asians count twice.
I am half man, half Asian. [/B][/QUOTE] Thats almost funny, almost!
Hmm i guess one school of thought would say whatever she is most of/whatever she looks more of...?
ID SAY You got a 2 IN 1 SALE AT KMART!
And tyvar where do you get all these women ehh? Pershaps your due for a trip out to NYC!
actual quote
"that perv over there is scaring me, your psycho and weird, go deal with him"
Also when at school Im frequently the token white guy amongst a group of asians, sometimes its like somebody did some casting for a damned UPN/Fox "ethnic" sitcom I sware.
I've always said the most beautiful girl I ever met was half Swiss, half Phillipino. I spotted her out of a sea of people in the library. GORGEOUS ! Too bad I never had a chance!
On the phone for 3 years the phone sex was pretty good.
She finally shows up at my house after 3 years...And I had no idea what to do...
She jumps in her car, her cousin driving. And Im left in a cloud of gasoline...
Shock was all I felt...WTF just happened!
Finally I decided to do something bold & decisive! I had no car at the time so I jumped on the first train to the city & hopped the shuttle that goes to JFK. My mind was going in a million directions I figured her plane left already. Did I have time to piss?
I hoisted a half gallon of gatorade to make sure I had enough of something in me. Soon as the train hit Jamaica I ditched the gatorade & dashed sonic style to the shuttle. (its like a nice size train depot somewhat ghetto but you've got 6 tracks I think. ) I made the shuttle and striked up a conversation with some Irish guy...NO A REAL IRISH GUY FROM IRELAND...He was here on some soccer fund or whatever, seemed like a nice guy, talking helped calm the anxiety a bit.
But not enough...
I get there I knew she was on Delta but thats it. So I check the plane arrivals/departures list. Theres one at terminal 3! So I run to terminal 3 tell the clerk at the counter I need to get on that plane! So they say...NO. And I go off on this rant & they check the passenger manifest & say shes not on. & finally they tell me shes on & that they'll call her over the intercom. So some of my panic is released...But time starts to roll by 5 mins, 10 mins, 15 & Im pretty pissed now. So I STORM threw security & they take me down. Everyone is looking at me like im ready to ram a plane into a building. The security head looks at me & makes me a polegize to the security guard I uhh dislodged & they say your defineatly in the wrong terminal. So they send me to terminal 2 & yep there she is. Blocked by some plexiglass bullshit
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And that my friends is testamount to what a man will do for a little pooty!