Okay, so I came over here to ask you to dance, but I'm kind of concerned. I mean, we could hit it off really well, end up having a few drinks, next thing you know you're giving me your number because I'm too shy to ask for it, I finally get up the nerve to call and we take in a movie, have some dinner, I relax, you relax, we go out a few more times, get to know each other's friends, spend a lot of time together, then finally have get past this sexual tension and really develop this intense sex life that is truly incredible, decide our relationship is solid and stable, so we move in together for a while, then a few months later get married, I get a promotion, you get a promotion, we buy a bigger house. You really want kids, but I really want freedom, but we have a kid anyway, only to find that I am resentful, the sparks start to fade and to rekindle them we have two more lovely kids, but now I work too much to keep up with the bills, have no time for you, you're stressed and stop taking really good care of yourself, so to get past our slow sex life and my declining self-confidence I turn to an outside affair for sexual gratification. You find out because I'm careless and a lousy liar, you throw me out (justifiably so) and we have to explain to the kids why mommy and daddy are splitting up. That's just too sad. Think about the children. For God's sake, if you dance with me and we hit it off, let's just keep it sexual, because we both know where it's going.
Got a bandage? Because I scraped my knee failing for you.
Do you have a mirror in your pocket because I see me in your pants.
UNLEASH THE DRAGON
Originally posted by mead1
My method of making love is quite different than you might expect. I prefer to find a girl taking a nap at the local preschool, and then make love to them as they scream in my large, sound-proofed, white van. I then make love on their face, and throw them in an ice-chest of bleach. For pillow talk, I usually say, "Your parents can't hear you," and keep their teddy bear as a momento. You could call me a hopeless romantic, I guess.
Along the same lines as Spazz's, but so much more dramatic, as well as funnier.
(Written by Randy Milholland for his excellent comic Something Positive)
(After an introduction by his friend as an artist)
Girl: I've always wanted to date an artist.
Guy: Fine. We'll have a relationship. This should take two minutes.
*He scoops her up in his arms*
Guy: You beautiful creature! We should be together! I've dreamed of a woman like you all my life! Come run away with me!
Girl: Oh wow!
Guy: You've inspired me! When I look into your eyes, I feel inspired, as if I'm holding the most heavenly of muses in my arms.
*A moment passes*
Guy: What's that? You've...found someone else? But...but...I thought we had something!
Girl: Huh?
Guy: You told me you loved me! That we'd be together! That I evoked a stirring in you that no other man could!
*Drops her on the ground with a lovely WHUMP sound*
Guy: Oh cruel fate! If you'd merely filled my veins with hydrochloric acid and allowed it to slowly melt from within, the pain would be so less...
*Girl runs away*
His Friend: Please tell me in which alternate reality doing something like that to a hot chick actually is a smart thing?
Guy: Hey, come back! What about the break-up sex? What's the point of a relationship if there's not gonna be break-up sex?
Are you wearing space pants cuz your ass is outta this world....
UNLEASH THE DRAGON
Originally posted by mead1
My method of making love is quite different than you might expect. I prefer to find a girl taking a nap at the local preschool, and then make love to them as they scream in my large, sound-proofed, white van. I then make love on their face, and throw them in an ice-chest of bleach. For pillow talk, I usually say, "Your parents can't hear you," and keep their teddy bear as a momento. You could call me a hopeless romantic, I guess.
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