this reminds me of a choose your own adventure books. do you enter the haunted house, or do you walk further down the street. to enter the haunted house, turn to page 45. to walk further down the street, turn to page 67
Dude...come on....when push comes to shove, always...ALWAYS go with man law. Who has the biggest t***? DD
Neither are impressive enough to comment on. Hell, I recall option #1 asking me to go to a breast cancer benefit she was sponsoring. I responded with "what the hell do you know about breasts?"
Yep. 4 years ago, when it was actually good. That place is trying to do what it once was on Sundays, but right now it's football season, so I watch the Texans. Without drugs and inheritance, nobody of import is ever at Social these days.
Kudos to you. I typically hate it. However, I've called both options just now, because I'm ready to deal with it, and neither are answering. We'll see. BTW, if you told a girl you're gonna be up there in 30, and it has been 30, should you expect them to be drunk and there? I may chance it.
Dude...go downstairs with the wife and cuddle, then take her back upstairs with you. After she falls asleep, go back down again and watch sportcenter.
I I suggest you email me. Again, I'm not one for busting people, but you brought it on yourself. To be fair, you have calmed down a bit in posting.
I have never emailed you fatty. I enjoy ribbing you, my posting has always been civil, I am not newyorker, you have not busted anything. Ask me something that newyorker would know nothing about. Do you think newyorker knows anything about midtown nightlife? I'll go first. The owner of Pub Fiction also owned Bar Houston, he is a friend of mine.
Aha! Caught in the act! New Yorker knew everything about everything! If you weren't New Yorker, you'd know that! Also: New Yorker didn't have any friends, so you've definitely never been to Midtown! Beat that, sucka.
Sorry bro. Unfortunately you chose the wrong person to f*** with while you still had a barb in your ass. You should've learned that when you were banned to begin with. Sorry, Charlie...
Cab came and got me. He didn't have a credit card thingie. Every place we went to around there was either down or the convenience stores wouldn't let me in. I digress. I should've gone sooner, but I HATE going by myself.
Shoulda brought Macaca. He frickin rules Midtown. Knows all the dudes that used to own one bar and now they own another. Man, you coulda checked out the mall, grabbed a beer and settled in for a MAJOR babe watch. Wingmen rule. I saw it on a beer commercial.
