Psychological food warfare
When I was very little we lived in Toronto and my dad worked as an electrician for a recording studio. One of the artists/ singers there (upon whom I had the biggest little girl crush ever) had a B & W head shot on the wall.He was absolutely gorgeous as a boy.(He was only 17 then, but now he's 59 and famous, on TV, in films, etc. I'd love to see him again and remind him I used to sit on his lap and snuggle his Afro. Aside over, back to story...)

My dad was eating lunch in the studio with a bunch of guys when one of the new apprentices indicated my honey's picture and said, "Does that chick come in here often?"

Dad is incredulous, thinking "Chick! Chick? Can he not tell that's a guy?" but he says, "Yeah, quite a bit, actually, but not your type."

NA: "She friendly?"

Dad: "Yeah, real friendly, but I'm tellin' ya, so not your type."

NA: "She got a nice rack?" waggles his eyebrows and makes boobie motions with his hands.

Dad is fed up with this guy and keeps chewing until NA takes a big swig of his pop.

Dad: Nice rack? Not so's ya notice, but she's got a really big dick."

NA chokes. Pepsi sprays everywhere.

The apprentice never lived it down especially after our friend found out about it and would wink and wave every time he saw him.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Thu 18 Sep 2008, 22:42, Reply)