I'm at our SoftBall club's season launch and coaches/managers meeting as both a committee member and coach of my daughter's team.

A fellow committee member - I'll call him Reginald sidles up to me. I wouldn't say Reg is a mate per-se but we serve on a couple of committees together (PCYC and SoftBall), we've known each other since both our kids started school and we always have a long natter/argument at the PCYC Grounds Committee meetings (Fri. arvo shout at the pub after work).
He's one of those borderline aspy types who it seems frequently opens his mouth before his brain properly engages and applies a filter to what he's saying and how he's behaving in social situations.
Some of his past exploits include - jokingly calling the PCYC president a cunt during a funny situation at a meeting. When queried by the secretary if he really wanted to say that he affirmed it repeating that said bloke was a cunt and then laughing uproariously. Duly noted in the minutes...
At one of our Grounds Committee meetings I saw a former work-mate Ben, who happens to play prop for an A grade local club. After a bit of to-&-fro I tell Ben to "Get fucked you dumbshit" (a throwback to our days at work when we'd give each other shit at knockoff). Reg jumps in very aggressively and tells Ben "Yeah, FUCK OFF!!". I managed to intercede but not before Ben gave Reg a need to iron his lapels and probably check his undies.

So last night - I'm talking to Reg and he motions over to our (fairly well endowed) club secretary. "I'll never get tired of look at those tits." he says to me. In a voice easily loud enough for her to hear. And Reg's missus whom she happens to be speaking to at the time. And most of the rest of the hall.
I shake my head and Reg almost shouts "What? I'm a married man mate."
"Not for very much longer." I mumble as I wander off to get some more sushi and fresh lemon, lime and soda.
Length? I'd say she's a 33D and isn't afraid to open the buttons on her committee shirt enough to show off a bit of cleavage.
( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Thu 26 Sep 2013, 12:32, 13 replies)

YES.

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Thu 26 Sep 2013, 12:33, closed)

WINNER!

( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Thu 26 Sep 2013, 12:49, closed)

Pre-season softball meets can be a real drag. A load of competitive dads and uninterested mums get together in the clubhouse to 'plan' the season. The fathers talk about training regimes and fixture lists, whilst the women use the get-together to gossip and natter over equally inane issues.

The only saving grace at these interminably dull events is Bella, the club secretary. She's a knockout...with two wonderfully large softballs - if you know what I mean!

Last season I found myself sat with Reggie, an old mate with whom I can share stories dating back to high-school. Reg, like me is now 'happily' married and both our good wives were also chatting with each other at the back of the bar. Reg and I spied Bella collecting glasses from the next table, she was, as usual, wearing a particularly low-cut top, with a couple of buttons more than necessary undone.

'I'll never tire of looking at those tits', said Reggie, or at least he thought he'd said. But by some awful piece of unintended comic timing, Reggie's comment came at a moment of near perfect silence in the room. Everybody heard.

The whole room stared at us, and our wives reddened deeply with embarrassment.

Reggie took stock of the situation. How was he going to get out of this one?

'For fucks sake Rob!' He yelled, pointing at me, 'You're married with a kid...she's half your age mate.'

And with that he slowly got up from the table, leaving everybody staring at me with the horrible hatred and pity reserved for middle-aged perverts. I caught Bella's eye for a second, she slowly and purposefully did the buttons up on her blouse and flounced out the room.

I don't think I've ever squared that one with the missus, nor with the softball club for that matter. Still, a mate's a mate, eh?
( Albert Marshmallow is a completely irredeemable cunt, Thu 26 Sep 2013, 13:10, closed)

And my version made the 'popular' page.

( Albert Marshmallow is a completely irredeemable cunt, Thu 26 Sep 2013, 13:16, closed)

it should be pinned there permanently

(alright alright, Thu 26 Sep 2013, 13:36, closed)

Pre-season softball meets can be a real drag. A load of competitive dads and uninterested mums get together in the clubhouse to 'plan' the season. The fathers talk about training regimes and fixture lists, whilst the women use the get-together to gossip and natter over equally inane issues.

The only saving grace at these interminably dull events is Bella, the club secretary. She's a knockout...with two wonderfully large softballs - if you know what I mean!

Last season I found myself sat with Reggie, an old mate with whom I can share stories dating back to high-school. Reg, like me is now 'happily' married and both our good wives were also chatting with each other at the back of the bar. Reg and I spied Bella collecting glasses from the next table, she was, as usual, wearing a particularly low-cut top, with a couple of buttons more than necessary undone.

'I'll never tire of looking at those tits', said Reggie, or at least he thought he'd said. But by some awful piece of unintended comic timing, Reggie's comment came at a moment of near perfect silence in the room. Everybody heard.

The whole room stared at us, and our wives reddened deeply with embarrassment.

Reggie took stock of the situation. How was he going to get out of this one?

'For fucks sake Rob!' He yelled, pointing at me, 'You're married with a kid...she's half your age mate.'

And with that he slowly got up from the table, leaving everybody staring at me with the horrible hatred and pity reserved for middle-aged perverts. I caught Bella's eye for a second, she slowly and purposefully did the buttons up on her blouse and flounced out the room.

I don't think I've ever squared that one with the missus, nor with the softball club for that matter. Still, a mate's a mate, eh?
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Thu 26 Sep 2013, 13:26, closed)

alright, rob
I'm at our SoftBall club's season launch and coaches/managers
meeting as both a committee member and coach of my
daughter's team.
A fellow committee member - I'll call him Reginald sidles up to
me. I wouldn't say Reg is a mate per-se but we serve on a
couple of committees together (PCYC and SoftBall), we've
known each other since both our kids started school and we
always have a long natter/argument at the PCYC Grounds
Committee meetings (Fri. arvo shout at the pub after work).
He's one of those borderline aspy types who it seems frequently
opens his mouth before his brain properly engages and applies
a filter to what he's saying and how he's behaving in social
situations.
Some of his past exploits include - jokingly calling the PCYC
president a cunt during a funny situation at a meeting. When
queried by the secretary if he really wanted to say that he
affirmed it repeating that said bloke was a cunt and then
laughing uproariously. Duly noted in the minutes...
At one of our Grounds Committee meetings I saw a former
work-mate Ben, who happens to play prop for an A grade local
club. After a bit of to-&-fro I tell Ben to "Get fucked you
dumbshit" (a throwback to our days at work when we'd give
each other shit at knockoff). Reg jumps in very aggressively and
tells Ben "Yeah, FUCK OFF!!". I managed to intercede but not
before Ben gave Reg a need to iron his lapels and probably
check his undies.
So last night - I'm talking to Reg and he motions over to our
(fairly well endowed) club secretary. "I'll never get tired of look
at those tits." he says to me. In a voice easily loud enough for
her to hear. And Reg's missus whom she happens to be
speaking to at the time. And most of the rest of the hall.
I shake my head and Reg almost shouts "What? I'm a married
man mate."
"Not for very much longer." I mumble as I wander off to get
some more sushi and fresh lemon, lime and soda.
Length? I'd say she's a 33D and isn't afraid to open the buttons
on her committee shirt enough to show off a bit of cleavage.
(alright alright, Thu 26 Sep 2013, 13:36, closed)

I'm at our SoftBall club's season launch and coaches/managers meeting as both a committee member and coach of my daughter's team. I don't think I've ever squared that one with the missus, nor with the softball club for that matter. Still, a mate's a mate, eh?
(searlichek, Thu 26 Sep 2013, 16:56, closed)

I don't get the "humour" in the replies to the post.
Is it a supersecret QOTW meme? Sorry I rarely visit QOTW anymore because it is shite these days.
(Pookie Bear had some very shiny foez, Thu 26 Sep 2013, 23:13, closed)

Somebody posted it last week (when it actually fit the QOTW)
and a few of them made fun of him for something and reposted it then. IDK long running pointless feud between folk. I hope we don't just keep seeing this shit now, I've gone back to reading the old QOTW entries now that I've forgotten so I can read actual replies and the occasional bit of good humour.
(Panzerfaust, Fri 27 Sep 2013, 1:57, closed)

I am getting a sense of Deja Vu

(andythepieman Is surfing the waves of indifference on, Fri 27 Sep 2013, 10:43, closed)

It's just annoying more than anything

(Panzerfaust, Fri 27 Sep 2013, 15:47, closed)

Then 2.0 everyone concerned. Partaking of this place isn't compulsory btw.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Fri 27 Sep 2013, 16:30, closed)