mrdfnle wrote:see doesn't see the spelling mistakes.

I hope you can talk better than you type or else you must be extremely lonely.

This might go in the "bad things you did while drunk" category but I still get flack from one of my friends for telling a girl that she had a "great upper lip".

Said friend claims that she had buck teeth.

My younger brother and I were at the 24-hour bar one night and after a few too many past a few too many he tried this one out on some poor waify goth girl:

"DAMN BABY! You have gorgeous TEETH!"
(imagine the most cartoonish drunken slurring you can conjure)

And while it was true, her teeth were gorgeous, it still didn't seem like a proper compliment from a stranger, and yea verily she was creeped out.

I roll like my man Frenchy did on Diane Lane, in that SoHo coffee shop from the movie "Unfaithful" a few years back.

I smooth in all coy-like in my raincoat and allow the wafting cigarette smoke from the dreamers on their lunch-hour breaks to envelope my stunning features. Then I let the early-afternoon sunlight backlight me and cast an ethereal spell over my “next-in-line” in wait.

I gaze with purpose at her while she plies her jaded spoon through her soup again and again, until it’s time to heavy-foot it back to work.

Until. Until she sees me.

I need no pick-up line. My 18-inch pipes, barbed wire tat., tight cotton black t and unkempt hair is all I need to get her up and tripping to find me in the unisex in back.

Clothes off, the sink is my workbench. I wait for her gasp of acceptance before continuing with deliberation. Then comes the pain-per-pleasure, each time she remembers her husband cranking out the cash for her and the son kickin’ it private-school-style as we speak - er - fuck. But guilt won’t halt the festivities. This kind of pain is worth every inch.

Just another afternoon for me with no pickup line necessary.
Why?

Because…

THAT’S.

HOW.

I.

ROLL.

I had a friend that would tip a glass of water/drink on a girl and then say, "Let's get you home out of those wet clothes."

It has worked.

"Come with me"

sunlore wrote:"Come with me"

. . . it is the only way.

Then smack her in the side of the head with your lightsaber.

"Don't worry. You're dad said this was fine."

"Smell this rag."

6-4-3 wrote:"Smell this rag."

I've heard a similar one as,

"Does this rag smell like chloroform?"