minor_threat
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Beautiful lady update - I have't got much time so will try and make this concise, bear with me!
Walked to the local pub, obviously ipod-less, to drown the past events in a glass of cool Guinness. Barmaid speaks of beautiful lady, she was in pub yesterday, people had been discussing my cow-pod antics, much amusement at my expense. Beautiful lady told my friend I was an extremely nice guy, she used the word "gentleman" (LOL!), friend said I was nice, excellent friend to have, kind, sincere but a bit of an eccentric nut-case. (True I suppose but I should thank him for other compliments as he could have said I was a neurotic creative-type addicted to coffee and chocolate.) Beautiful lady asked what I did for living, wanted to know more about me. Barmaid didn't trust drunken friend to resist making up joke fictional information, so Barmaid told beautiful lady what she knew about me. Then barmaid apologised to me and said she accidentally told beautiful lady that I had joked beautiful lady rode horse like I would like to be ridden. Beautiful lady found this hysterical. Then Barmaid told beautiful lady that although I said I wanted to initially kill the stupid thieving cow, I wouldn't have done, she told her I had adopted 4 homeless goats last year much to everyone's amusement and beautiful lady very impressed. Drunken friend butted into conversation and said jokingly that although I liked animals I wasn't a tree-hugger and I wasn't into hippy-crap or greenpeace. Said I drove a rally car which drinks petrol, has no catalytic convertor, pollutes the earth and frightens all lifeforms when turbo pops and bangs. Beautiful lady looked at barmaid as if to say "what on earth's he talking about?", barmaid said friend didn't like my car because it wasn't BMW, beautiful lady said she loves cars as her grandad used to race them and would like to see my car. So drunken friend actually did me a favour! Ordered a second pint of Guinness to mull this information over and bought a cigar to celebrate potential good news when woman from the postoffice came in (small pesky village, everybody knows somebody!), patted me on the back (no cow pun intended) and mockingly mouthed beautiful woman's name. Something surreal had stirred in the atmosphere and the ipod-god was watching me.
Upshot is: barmaid sold the 'concept' of me to beautiful lady, friend turned a negative into a positive, barmaid leaked confidential information about my beautiful-lady-riding-joke, Guinness made me feel fuzzy, beautiful lady wants ride in my car, barmaid only wants glass of wine in return for informational services offered to beautiful lady, insurance company paying for new ipod.
PMSL! There is an ipod-god after all!
Walked to the local pub, obviously ipod-less, to drown the past events in a glass of cool Guinness. Barmaid speaks of beautiful lady, she was in pub yesterday, people had been discussing my cow-pod antics, much amusement at my expense. Beautiful lady told my friend I was an extremely nice guy, she used the word "gentleman" (LOL!), friend said I was nice, excellent friend to have, kind, sincere but a bit of an eccentric nut-case. (True I suppose but I should thank him for other compliments as he could have said I was a neurotic creative-type addicted to coffee and chocolate.) Beautiful lady asked what I did for living, wanted to know more about me. Barmaid didn't trust drunken friend to resist making up joke fictional information, so Barmaid told beautiful lady what she knew about me. Then barmaid apologised to me and said she accidentally told beautiful lady that I had joked beautiful lady rode horse like I would like to be ridden. Beautiful lady found this hysterical. Then Barmaid told beautiful lady that although I said I wanted to initially kill the stupid thieving cow, I wouldn't have done, she told her I had adopted 4 homeless goats last year much to everyone's amusement and beautiful lady very impressed. Drunken friend butted into conversation and said jokingly that although I liked animals I wasn't a tree-hugger and I wasn't into hippy-crap or greenpeace. Said I drove a rally car which drinks petrol, has no catalytic convertor, pollutes the earth and frightens all lifeforms when turbo pops and bangs. Beautiful lady looked at barmaid as if to say "what on earth's he talking about?", barmaid said friend didn't like my car because it wasn't BMW, beautiful lady said she loves cars as her grandad used to race them and would like to see my car. So drunken friend actually did me a favour! Ordered a second pint of Guinness to mull this information over and bought a cigar to celebrate potential good news when woman from the postoffice came in (small pesky village, everybody knows somebody!), patted me on the back (no cow pun intended) and mockingly mouthed beautiful woman's name. Something surreal had stirred in the atmosphere and the ipod-god was watching me.
Upshot is: barmaid sold the 'concept' of me to beautiful lady, friend turned a negative into a positive, barmaid leaked confidential information about my beautiful-lady-riding-joke, Guinness made me feel fuzzy, beautiful lady wants ride in my car, barmaid only wants glass of wine in return for informational services offered to beautiful lady, insurance company paying for new ipod.