Stevo
I've known Stevo for years. A perfectly nice chap, but calling him stupid would be like describing Usain Bolt as being fairly quick on his feet. Stevo's distinct lack of any discernible intelligence and his utterly credulous nature have always been a rich source of entertainment. However, we (his friends) try not to take the piss too much these days because we're sensible grown-ups and above all that...

Most of the time, though, it happens completely by accident. Of relevance to this week's QOTW a mutual friend, Sarah (lots of fun, pretty, very cheeky, yes I have), was recounting her previous night's escapades to Stevo and myself. These had culminated in a blizzard of plaster falling from her downstairs neighbour's ceiling thanks to the enthusiastic attentions of the nice young man she had managed to snare in the student's union. Her chat-up line, so she informed us, was the classic: (points to bloke's face) "Is anyone sitting there?"

We laughed and conversation moved on.

Next time in the union, Stevo and I were chatting (or drunkenly shouting nonsense at each other) at the bar when he interrupted our conversation, leaned across to a girl who had just been served and pointed to her face...

I tried to explain what had gone wrong to him as he dried himself off in the gents.
(Dr. Scambolic, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 22:12, 2 replies)

well
it works for me
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 23:21, closed)

An alternative take...
Once I was sitting in a club and a rather nice girl asked if the seat next to me was taken (so she could take it away and sit with her friends).

I said "Yes, but this seat is free" and pointed to my face.

"It looks uncomfortable." was her response.

OUCH.
(Galahad is out of his gourd on yellow bentines, Tue 15 Dec 2009, 10:56, closed)