They say that three is the number...
Christianity has three…
God gives you three chances in the mediterranean.
If I am right, there is a joke about Moses having three tablets of commandments, but he broke the third, so there were only two tablets left, with the ten commandments…
In competitions, it’s the first three to get a medal…
One scotch, one bourbon and one beer…
That’s a three…
We'll go backwards.
...
Holy third:
Imagine.
You are out from a workplace farewell party on a late August evening, and the booze was free…
You are walking down to the center, the sky is still somewhat light, there is the lovely pink in the sky, and a few clouds, and the autumn smell is flowing to your body…
You are passing by a big open air parking place, watching the sky, the railway station, and the cars parked there…
Then you see two antennas on a car… Two antennas? They are too thick for two antennas… And they have this slight movement… A nice rhythm… Then you notice the shoes.
Women’s shoes on the antennas…
What the bloody hell is that?
You get curious.
...
Holy second:
Imagine.
You are out with this girl.
No matter if she is your girlfriend, or just a pick up out of a bar you went to after school…
A few beers and a nice walk…
Imagine ending up in the middle of the car park…
The girl sits onto the hood of a car, pulls her skirt up.
You, take down her panties, your sweater still on… Your backpack still on your back, you lower your pants, lower your boxers,
A nice sky, out in the open, you are turned on, you are on heat… And she is wet…
Lift her legs up to the sky, and enter…
Dup dup dup… You feel like the energizer bunny.. Dup dup dup…
Then you see this man approaching.. Must be going to his car… Dup dup dup…
The man comes closer, closer .. dup dup… fucking close…
He stands by your side, you still fucking.. Looks at you looks at the girl…
Dup dup… What the fuck is he… dup dup.. whatever.. dup dup…
And the bastard, takes out his hand, slowly moves it towards the girl, caresses her head, and goes “Are you OK?”
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Holy first:
And…
Now…..
Imagine…..
You …..
Are…..
The….
Girl…..
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Women who live in their own world.
Met this girl with a friend of mine two years ago. We were about to leave the place, when he chatted her up. After three minutes of chat which she definitely enjoyed, ego boost wise, and during which I was trying to figure out what was wrong with her other than being an attention ho’, I noticed the ring.
“So you are married.”
“No, I am engaged.”
“When will you marry then?”
“blab la bla…”
I pulled my guy away, as he tends to get stuck with those kind of women and told the girl good nite. She will anyway find a guy who will be drooling over her in the rest of the nite.
A few months later, in Helsinki, we meet this girl again. The same guy goes up to her to have a half hour chat, while I just let out a brief hello, to return to the others.
Maybe, just maybe, there was another hi, sometime ago, can’t recall….
Two months ago, she happens to be in the same club as we. And, the same guy starts a chat with her again. I am enjoying myself with the rest of the pack, a few meters away. Something pops up, and I have to say a few words to the guy. Rude and preoccupied as I am, I do not acknowledge her, so say my three words to my guy, and go on with my business…
Later I learn about this conversation:
“Why is your friend angry at me?”
“He is not.. Why you say so?”
“It makes sense if he is angry. I badly shot him down; three times”
Why do I get a feeling that there is a parallel universe in some women’s head?
“So you are married.”
“No, I am engaged.”
“When will you marry then?”
“blab la bla…”
I pulled my guy away, as he tends to get stuck with those kind of women and told the girl good nite. She will anyway find a guy who will be drooling over her in the rest of the nite.
A few months later, in Helsinki, we meet this girl again. The same guy goes up to her to have a half hour chat, while I just let out a brief hello, to return to the others.
Maybe, just maybe, there was another hi, sometime ago, can’t recall….
Two months ago, she happens to be in the same club as we. And, the same guy starts a chat with her again. I am enjoying myself with the rest of the pack, a few meters away. Something pops up, and I have to say a few words to the guy. Rude and preoccupied as I am, I do not acknowledge her, so say my three words to my guy, and go on with my business…
Later I learn about this conversation:
“Why is your friend angry at me?”
“He is not.. Why you say so?”
“It makes sense if he is angry. I badly shot him down; three times”
Why do I get a feeling that there is a parallel universe in some women’s head?
What are the odds?
It is road trip time.. Changed the town to get a friend out of his worries.
The Friday was heavy drinking, heavy smoking.
The Saturday, a hangover, with a lost voice…
Its raining so we enter this place.. Nevertheless, one of the favorite spots of the town…
Just after I ordered my drink…., the head bartender happens to pass by, and he has two letters on his nametag.
JJ…
“Hey, what does JJ stand for?”
“Jens Jorge”
“Does not sound Finnish”
“Not quite” – This I understood as Norway..
“Norwegian?”
“No, how come?”
“You just said Norway..”
“I said not quite..”
“Ah..”
“That’s German”
“A-ha, bist auch Deutscher…” - “A- ha, you also German…”
“Du auch? – “You too?”
“Ja…”
“Haha…”
“Aber, du bist nicht ganz Deutsch.. Was ist deine andere hälfte?“ – „But you are not fully German. What’s the other half?” I ask…
“Turke” – “Turkish” – My buddies at the bar let out a loud laugh…
“Yapma ya” I say… - “Don’t you say” I continue in Turkish…
What are the odds?? In another town… In Finland…
The Friday was heavy drinking, heavy smoking.
The Saturday, a hangover, with a lost voice…
Its raining so we enter this place.. Nevertheless, one of the favorite spots of the town…
Just after I ordered my drink…., the head bartender happens to pass by, and he has two letters on his nametag.
JJ…
“Hey, what does JJ stand for?”
“Jens Jorge”
“Does not sound Finnish”
“Not quite” – This I understood as Norway..
“Norwegian?”
“No, how come?”
“You just said Norway..”
“I said not quite..”
“Ah..”
“That’s German”
“A-ha, bist auch Deutscher…” - “A- ha, you also German…”
“Du auch? – “You too?”
“Ja…”
“Haha…”
“Aber, du bist nicht ganz Deutsch.. Was ist deine andere hälfte?“ – „But you are not fully German. What’s the other half?” I ask…
“Turke” – “Turkish” – My buddies at the bar let out a loud laugh…
“Yapma ya” I say… - “Don’t you say” I continue in Turkish…
What are the odds?? In another town… In Finland…
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