Story Sent in by Gerald:
Christine and I had planned a nice dinner date together. She worked as a paralegal and we met thanks to some mutual friends. Her schedule at work prevented us from meeting up for about three weeks, but when she had an opening, she called to let me know, and we made it definite.
I took her to a nice Italian place with live music. Based on what I knew of her, I thought it would be a good time for everyone. That is, before she took out a set of nose hair clippers at the table and clipped at her nose hairs, right then and there.
"My nose hairs grow exceedingly long," she explained, as she clip-clip-clipped away.
I asked, "Do you have to do that here?"
She gave me a look as if I was an idiot and said, "Where else would I do it? When I'm sleeping? This is our first date. I'm almost done."
She kept at it up until dinner was served. Snip snip snip, right over the table. I finally snapped, "How many nose hairs do you have?"
She said, louder than she needed to, "None of your damn business!"
We both shut up for the rest of dinner, and thankfully, that was the last time that I ever saw her.
3/03/2012
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When someone is great at something, we say they're a rock star at it. Well, this chick is the David Bowie of disgustingness
ReplyDeleteAin't that the truth? Thank you for making my weekend.
DeletePlease tell me that you are being sarcastic. She could have used the bathroom, and she was being gross/ rude.
ReplyDeleteJust rip them out like a man!
ReplyDeleteNO PAIN, NO GAIN!
How fast can hair grow? Ocd for sure.
ReplyDeleteY'all are too funny!
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