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from: Hugh Moore
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03-05-08
4:17
Steve Cureton spends most of his evening at his favorite bar, drinking heavily. He notices one particular guy who seems to have a lot of luck with the ladies. He would approach a different one every night, and whisper something in her ear. Sometimes they would leave immediately, and sometimes they would sit and talk for a while first, but he seemed to almost always score.
One night Steve the drunk approached the young man and asked him his secret.
"Well," said the guy, "I whisper in their ear, and ask 'Tickle your ass with a feather?' If she's wild, she agrees immediately and I take her home. If she gets offended, and says 'What did you say?' then I say, 'I said, particularly nasty weather.' Then, she's embarrassed for what she thought I said, and I use her apology to strike up a conversation."
This sounded like a great plan, and Steve determined to implement it immediately. He spied a pretty young lady, approached her, and then slurred, a little too loudly, in her ear. "Shtick a feather up your ass?"
The woman was horrified. "I beg your pardon!?" she shouted.
Steve staggered back a step and hollered, "I shaid, ish rainin' like fuck tonight, ain't it?"
