Long lunch...

[Stache]

So my cousin calls this morning and says "Lets go to lunch!" It's a beautiful day, I'm not needing much encouragement to get out of the office and on the bike for a bit, so we agree on where to meet.

 

As I pull into the parking lot a red Porche accelerates hard around me and cuts across my front into the parking spot I was aiming for. I stop, watch a dumpy looking little guy in a "Porche" jacket that matches his car perfectly get out and look around. He sees my glare, apparently doesn't want to talk about it, and heads into the restaurant.

 

I find another spot and head inside. As I enter I see Mr. Porche leaning over a table making conversation with a fairly attractive woman. I don't really want to mess him up so I pass by behind him. As I pass the woman looks up and says "Your bike looks like fun! Wanna take me for a ride?"

 

I turn toward her and say "Sure - when?"

 

"Right now!" She pops up, links her arm through mine, and starts for the door. Mr Porche is bristling like a terrier, trying to interrupt.

 

"What about your boyfriend?" I ask. (This is moving rather faster than I had anticipated.)

 

And she smiles happily: "He's not my boyfriend. He's just some jackass that thinks he can pick me up because he has a cute little car."

 

That gets a laugh from a bunch of people at nearby tables. Mr. Porche's beet red face vanishes in the direction of the washroom, and my cousin and I hop on and ride to a different restaurant for lunch...

[Trader]

[Bubber]

Ain't life GRAND?

:rotf:

[jburrell]

So my cousin calls this morning and says "Lets go to lunch!" It's a beautiful day, I'm not needing much encouragement to get out of the office and on the bike for a bit, so we agree on where to meet.

 

As I pull into the parking lot a red Porche accelerates hard around me and cuts across my front into the parking spot I was aiming for. I stop, watch a dumpy looking little guy in a "Porche" jacket that matches his car perfectly get out and look around. He sees my glare, apparently doesn't want to talk about it, and heads into the restaurant.

 

I find another spot and head inside. As I enter I see Mr. Porche leaning over a table making conversation with a fairly attractive woman. I don't really want to mess him up so I pass by behind him. As I pass the woman looks up and says "Your bike looks like fun! Wanna take me for a ride?"

 

I turn toward her and say "Sure - when?"

 

"Right now!" She pops up, links her arm through mine, and starts for the door. Mr Porche is bristling like a terrier, trying to interrupt.

 

"What about your boyfriend?" I ask. (This is moving rather faster than I had anticipated.)

 

And she smiles happily: "He's not my boyfriend. He's just some jackass that thinks he can pick me up because he has a cute little car."

 

That gets a laugh from a bunch of people at nearby tables. Mr. Porche's beet red face vanishes in the direction of the washroom, and my cousin and I hop on and ride to a different restaurant for lunch...

 

 

So what did your wife say when you told her about your RIDE?????

HMMMMMMM?

[Flyinfool]

So what did your wife say when you told her about your RIDE?????

HMMMMMMM?

 

Well since this ain't hillbilly country the wife should not be to worried about riding with a cousin....................................Did I just say that??????

[Trader]

would that be because she would be her cousin too????

[etcswjoe]

When I was home last time, one of the guys I was riding with told us he had sex with his third cousin, my brother told him "well stop counting!!!"