Was she Brazilian…I seem to end up here either way.View attachment 109445I can honestly answer yes,View attachment 109446 twice, same chick. What is it about the crazy ones? And how are these two related?
Italian. Didn't help I drank like an out of control Irishman. Can't remember why she tried to shoot me. The other one she didn't like the way I was talking to an ex at a party and she tried to run me down in the street. Luckily the police were on their way to bust the party so when they came around the corner I could let go of the wipers and get off the hood safely.Was she Brazilian…
I could let go of the wipers and get off the hood safely.
It's the toxoplasmosis.Was she Brazilian…
You cant just casually slip this bit in and walk away
You cant just casually slip this bit in and walk away
Well, it's probably pretty much what you would imagine. It was early one morning, after I had closed up the bar, and my current girlfriend who was a cocktail waitress and I went to a typical restaurant afterparty at a friends house. There were some people from several local establishments there, we all knew each other, drinking, smoking, doing coke. An ex-girlfriend was there, and we were still kind of friendly. I'm sure somewhere in my drug addled mind I was sure I could pull off a double. My current at the time girlfriend didn't like me talking to her at all, and stormed out. A bit later I walked out with a friend to smoke a bowl by his car. I was in the street, and next thing I know a car pulls out from the curb heading right at me. She wasn't up to speed yet, but I had nowhere to go but up. I found myself on the hood holding onto the wipers. We were heading down the street, but already near the end of the block. That's when the police started to turn the corner, and they were coming from the other direction as well, to bust the party. After a bunch of questions I was told to leave. She was told to park her car and find another way home. Several months after that we were actually living together when she tried to shoot me, those details pretty much lost in a blackout.Tom is clearly an expert fisherman. He got us all hooked and doesn’t even care to reel us in. Sometimes you just need to enjoy being a fish on the end of a line, that is all you get.
I had a friend who was living in São Paulo with his girlfriend…he left Brazil with only the shirt on his back as she tried to kill him with a machete…and her brothers were looking for him as wellWell, it's probably pretty much what you would imagine. It was early one morning, after I had closed up the bar, and my current girlfriend who was a cocktail waitress and I went to a typical restaurant afterparty at a friends house. There were some people from several local establishments there, we all knew each other, drinking, smoking, doing coke. An ex-girlfriend was there, and we were still kind of friendly. I'm sure somewhere in my drug addled mind I was sure I could pull off a double. My current at the time girlfriend didn't like me talking to her at all, and stormed out. A bit later I walked out with a friend to smoke a bowl by his car. I was in the street, and next thing I know a car pulls out from the curb heading right at me. She wasn't up to speed yet, but I had nowhere to go but up. I found myself on the hood holding onto the wipers. We were heading down the street, but already near the end of the block. That's when the police started to turn the corner, and they were coming from the other direction as well, to bust the party. After a bunch of questions I was told to leave. She was told to park her car and find another way home. Several months after that we were actually living together when she tried to shoot me, those details pretty much lost in a blackout.
Sobriety is so boring, wife, fishing, grandkids. I love it.
Well, it's probably pretty much what you would imagine. It was early one morning, after I had closed up the bar, and my current girlfriend who was a cocktail waitress and I went to a typical restaurant afterparty at a friends house. There were some people from several local establishments there, we all knew each other, drinking, smoking, doing coke. An ex-girlfriend was there, and we were still kind of friendly. I'm sure somewhere in my drug addled mind I was sure I could pull off a double. My current at the time girlfriend didn't like me talking to her at all, and stormed out. A bit later I walked out with a friend to smoke a bowl by his car. I was in the street, and next thing I know a car pulls out from the curb heading right at me. She wasn't up to speed yet, but I had nowhere to go but up. I found myself on the hood holding onto the wipers. We were heading down the street, but already near the end of the block. That's when the police started to turn the corner, and they were coming from the other direction as well, to bust the party. After a bunch of questions I was told to leave. She was told to park her car and find another way home. Several months after that we were actually living together when she tried to shoot me, those details pretty much lost in a blackout.
Sobriety is so boring, wife, fishing, grandkids. I love it.
That is an excellent story. We’ve all now learned much more about you, sir!Well, it's probably pretty much what you would imagine. It was early one morning, after I had closed up the bar, and my current girlfriend who was a cocktail waitress and I went to a typical restaurant afterparty at a friends house. There were some people from several local establishments there, we all knew each other, drinking, smoking, doing coke. An ex-girlfriend was there, and we were still kind of friendly. I'm sure somewhere in my drug addled mind I was sure I could pull off a double. My current at the time girlfriend didn't like me talking to her at all, and stormed out. A bit later I walked out with a friend to smoke a bowl by his car. I was in the street, and next thing I know a car pulls out from the curb heading right at me. She wasn't up to speed yet, but I had nowhere to go but up. I found myself on the hood holding onto the wipers. We were heading down the street, but already near the end of the block. That's when the police started to turn the corner, and they were coming from the other direction as well, to bust the party. After a bunch of questions I was told to leave. She was told to park her car and find another way home. Several months after that we were actually living together when she tried to shoot me, those details pretty much lost in a blackout.
Sobriety is so boring, wife, fishing, grandkids. I love it.
Brutha of another mutha!Well, it's probably pretty much what you would imagine. It was early one morning, after I had closed up the bar, and my current girlfriend who was a cocktail waitress and I went to a typical restaurant afterparty at a friends house. There were some people from several local establishments there, we all knew each other, drinking, smoking, doing coke. An ex-girlfriend was there, and we were still kind of friendly. I'm sure somewhere in my drug addled mind I was sure I could pull off a double. My current at the time girlfriend didn't like me talking to her at all, and stormed out. A bit later I walked out with a friend to smoke a bowl by his car. I was in the street, and next thing I know a car pulls out from the curb heading right at me. She wasn't up to speed yet, but I had nowhere to go but up. I found myself on the hood holding onto the wipers. We were heading down the street, but already near the end of the block. That's when the police started to turn the corner, and they were coming from the other direction as well, to bust the party. After a bunch of questions I was told to leave. She was told to park her car and find another way home. Several months after that we were actually living together when she tried to shoot me, those details pretty much lost in a blackout.
Sobriety is so boring, wife, fishing, grandkids. I love it.
Toxoplasmosis!I had a friend who was living in São Paulo with his girlfriend…he left Brazil with only the shirt on his back as she tried to kill him with a machete…and her brothers were looking for him as well
It’s a blessing and a curseToxoplasmosis!