I'm in the plane and I get the lottery seat next to two hotties. The're married but looking for some fun in the Fla. sun. We start sippin some bubbly and this asshat nob in front of us, who is watchin "How Stella Got Her Groove Back" starts complaining to the stewaress about me chatting up these fine ladies. The stewardess asks this pencilneck to stow his laptop, which btw is some tricked out hardware that Gates would envy, so he does. Then he does the unthinkable, he pulls out a chess book and a tiny little chess set and starts playing, and heres the kicker hes making something that resembles orgasmic sounds and keeps repeating bishop to f 7 beutiful. The spaz is having coniptions, I thought he was going to seziure. I'm still working these ladies, and they give me the address to their hotel. I'm in there, in fact I got a little stink finger on the flight. So we land, and I make arangments to head over to the hotel at around 8 or so. At baggage claim I see the saddest sight ever. That spaz from the plane couldnt get his golf clubs off the convayer, and hes crying and weezing. Heres a chance for my good deed for the day. I help him out I get the clubs they are some bent shaft wood head things, real junk. When I hand them over this guy struggles undr the load, finally he drags them away. In the meantime I head over to car rental and long story short they f'ed up and rented more cars than they had. I'm pissed but just then this chess nob stella groove guy comes past asks if he could help. I say ok how about a ride sure thing he says. We go to his car and you know what it is? A '85 VW Rabbit convertable all rusted to hell. He tells me how he had it shipped from Cananda so he wouldn't be away from it for too long. Anyway the guy is alright except that he keeps trying to massage my elbow I tell I don't swing that way. He drives up to THE hotel I think another act of kindness wont hurt so I invite him up to party with the ladies and he wets his pants right there in the car. Said he had some chess tournament to go to. So I say thanks and this puetz keeps trying to give me his number in case I ever get to Canada. Good Riddence I tell ya!
Originally posted by cheshirecatstevensYou should have stuffed this asshat in the overhead bin. Hopefully, he wouldn't bother anyone else until the plane landed in Miami.
I'm in the plane and I get the lottery seat next to two hotties. The're married but looking for some fun in the Fla. sun. We start sippin some bubbly and this asshat nob in front of us, who is watchin "How Stella Got Her Groove Back" starts complaining to the stewaress about me chatting up these fine ladies. The stewardess asks this pencilneck to ...[text shortened]... s trying to give me his number in case I ever get to Canada. Good Riddence I tell ya!
Originally posted by cheshirecatstevensDid he have a handlebar 'stache?
I'm in the plane and I get the lottery seat next to two hotties. The're married but looking for some fun in the Fla. sun. We start sippin some bubbly and this asshat nob in front of us, who is watchin "How Stella Got Her Groove Back" starts complaining to the stewaress about me chatting up these fine ladies. The stewardess asks this pencilneck to ...[text shortened]... s trying to give me his number in case I ever get to Canada. Good Riddence I tell ya!
Originally posted by cheshirecatstevensI'm no fan of yours - you're a cancer on the community at large - but the only thing I would have done different is a harder squeeze, a smile, and a "You know why I'm doing this, don't you?"
I'm in the plane and I get the lottery seat next to two hotties. The're married but looking for some fun in the Fla. sun. We start sippin some bubbly and this asshat nob in front of us, who is watchin "How Stella Got Her Groove Back" starts complaining to the stewaress about me chatting up these fine ladies. The stewardess asks this pencilneck to ...[text shortened]... s trying to give me his number in case I ever get to Canada. Good Riddence I tell ya!
Originally posted by Tyrannosauruschex😞
I think this post is a disgrace - how could you meet a chess player and not want to challenge him to a game. I make it my eternal mission to play everybody I meet who claims to be a good player, and I tell you this, it soon sorts the men from the boys.
That reminds me...
I was on plane a few weeks back and these two obvious really ugly
transvestites had convinced the guy behind me that they were women.
They even suckered the poor lad buying champers for them.
Anyway I was minding my own when this stewardess comes up and
tells me to out away my lap top so I get out a chess book and
start playing over some games...
...oops. Someone at the door, I'll finish this post later.