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311, give that kid ur phone number He needs back up, I am not big enough.

GD, who's Vinny? Is that ur name??

HAHA. No, not me.

Sounds like a mafioso name. :cool:

ok i made a promise to tell a girl the gillette joke...and since it is monday i did it. i just said the pick up line and the girl went...hahahahahha thats good and walked away. im going to try and think of some more and try them out not on the same person of course though

better luck next time.

Hey Verbatum, it doesn't sound like you struck out. She laughed at your line which means she thought you were funny. So there is still some hope. You just got to work on the presentation follow up and not let her walk away. Try to keep the conversation going. Now if she threw a drink in your face, or slapped you, then I'd say you bombed out.

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lol yea thats true but i wasnt actually trying to pick her up just get a response, but better luck next time

A young Southern boy goes off to college, but about
1/3 way through the semester, he has foolishly squandered what money his
parents gave him.
Then he gets an idea. He calls his Redneck father. "Dad," he says, "you
won't believe the wonders that modern education are coming up with!
Why, they actually have a program here that will teach Fido how to
talk!" "That's absolutely amazing!" his father says. "How do I get him
in that program?" "Just send him down here with $1000," the boy says,
"I'll get him into the course."

So, his father sends the dog and the $1000. About
2/3 way through the semester, the money runs out. The boy calls his
father again.
"So how's Fido doing, son?" his father asks.
"Awesome, Dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you just won't
believe this - they've had such good results with this program, that
they've implemented a new one to teach the animals how to READ!"
"READ !?" says his father, "No kidding! What do I have to do to get him
in that program?"
"Just send $2,500, I'll get him in the class." His father sends the
money.
The boy has a problem. At the end of the year, his father will find out
that
the dog can neither talk nor read. So he shoots the dog.

When he gets home, his father is all excited. "Where's Fido? I just
can't wait to see him talk and read something!"
"Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news. This morning, when I got
out of the shower, Fido was in the living room kicking back in the
recliner, reading the morning paper, like he usually does. Then he
turned to me and asked, 'So, is your daddy still messin' around with
that little redhead who lives on Oak Street?'

The father says, "I hope you SHOT that lyin' son of a bitch!"

"I sure did, Dad!"

"That's my boy

LMAO
That was funny and I know funny.