Funny Conversation

A guy I know rather well stopped me in the ‘hood today for what started as harmless conversation.

Guy: Hey, how are you? I haven’t seen you at bbs lately, how have you been?

Me: I’m good. I still go but just w/work it tends to be very erratic.

*And here is where it gets funny* He sorta stammers here.

Guy: Can I ask you a question?

Me: Shoot.

Guy: How often do you go? To bb’s I mean?

Me: It varies based on my mood and schedule. Sometimes, I’m lucky if I go once a month but I’ve been known to go twice in the same weekend.

Guy: Oh, that is too bad cause I’d date you if you didn’t go there.

Me: No you wouldn’t.

Guy: Why?

Me: Cause I don’t date hypocrites.

*I walk away as he stammers to pick up what is left of his jawline*

I tried my best not to laugh but I think he heard me as I walked away. You have to understand, I met “guy” there and our only interaction has ever been when I happen to see him there. And considering, I see him almost every time I go, I’d be willing to bet he goes a lot more than I do. I could care less however, the audacity of his comments cracked me up. Pity too, he has a really big one.

10 thoughts on “Funny Conversation”

  1. oh sweet jeebus on a trampoline!
    What an asshat supreme extra large combo with a side of bluecheese.
    he should be so lucky to date you.
    you made my fuckin weeekend! Moby, you ROCK!

  2. Well, don’t ya know Moby; I’m not going to date you either until you stop going to that place!

  3. What am I missing? He goes there, you go there, but he won’t date you because you go there? I don’t get it. I’m so out of it.

  4. Do they still issue “blow bucks” there?
    I remember back in the 90’s when I was a regular, you’d get, for every 2nd visit, a “blow buck”. The rectangular piece of paper was fashioned like a dollar bill, with a graphic of a mouth devouring a big dripping cock with the legend above “one blow buck~ blowbuddies 1012 harrison st, SF”
    If you collect 10 blowbucks, you get a free admission and, presumably, a free blowjob.
    Anyway..I remember once when I was visiting my sister in suburban milwaukee once and I was strolling by myself down her shady midwestern street one early morning. There was a nice big house with a nice big front yard with a nice big christian symbol on the picket fence. Instead of a flag on their mailbox, there was a tin Jesus.
    ANYWAY… There was a variety of tricycles, scooters and kiddie cars strewn about. I reached into my wallet and i pulled out a wad of blow bucks and distributed them about the kiddie’s toys.My favorite was the one i placed into the “windshield” of the plastic go-car with the “jesus hearts me” bumper sticker on it. I wonder still to this day if they showed mommy their spunk money.

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