I don’t know where we were
My brother and I
At a picnic maybe
There was a Hot-Girl
In tight pants
With holes in them
Her hair was short
She was smoking a cigarette
“Go talk to her”
My brother said
“She is out of my league”
I told him
He said
“A girl is only out of your league
if you believe she is out of your league”
It was simple
It was profound
It was inspiring
It was genius
It was
Wrong
She smelled like warm leather
and laughed like a hail storm on a flower patch
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You totally nailed this one. Fucking awesome! Pardon my French, as they say. Harlon
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Haha I’m glad to hear it.
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“… laughed like a hail storm on a flower patch”
That’s pretty rough! LOL!
👍👍👍
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Haha yeah. Not a pleasant experience
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That just shows how initial attractions don’t mean much at all…
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Very true. Too bad that isn’t the advice I got as a kid.
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I liked that line too. If you don’t try you don’t get. That said, if you do try you usually don’t get either – but that one moment when it all hooks up …
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Very true
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ah yes some women will be out of your league…
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Haha yeah that is for sure.
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great
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Yaaaaaaaaasssssssss!
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Haha, I’m glad you like it. It’s actually just a true story with a bit of metaphor.
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