By that I mean I'm in Nashville. Goddamn it's like the family tree is a circle. OTOH, there's a lot of hot ass girls here too. Hooking up outside their brothers/cousins is probably a good bet.
And I just had some super drunk girl hit on me because of my Def Leppard/Tesla/Poison concert T-shirt. She kind of looked like Olive Oyl, if she lived in a trailer park. Fuck me.
I've dated girls with Daddy issues... they're awesome, but a lot of crazy too. Only needed one restraining order so far. Seriously, they're awesome as long as you can handle them.
Actually, that pic is not that far off. Change the top to a checkered shirt and straight hair, and it was pretty much that. She even had that gap in her teeth.
I saw Popeye before I saw Nashville. I remember being surprised to see Olive Oyl in the earlier Altman film.
Make that 4 girls because of my t-shirt. This time it was a fatty, a cutie, and a hottie. Had a dance with all three... even fatties need some attention. Plus it makes the cuties and the hotties jealous.
Had another 5-6 girls come up to me because of the shirt. Damn, you'd think in a place famous for country music there'd be less fans of older rock bands And "Them Dukes! Them Dukes!"
I take it you haven't turned on a radio. The biggest stations are either country, talk, or "classic rock." And the classic rock station is so fucking repetitive that you know exactly what time and day it is by what's on the station. "Hmm. They're playing 'Stairway to Heaven.' Must be 8 PM on a Thursday."
about Led Zeppelin on classic rock stations. When I was teaching my daughter how to drive she wanted the radio on, playing the local classic rock station. It was a running joke that we could never get through a driving session without a Zep song. It might be right when she pulls out of the driveway, it might be towards the end of her training but it was inevitable! The new running joke (when my wife & myself are in our car) is Michael Jackson on Bob FM.
So yeah, I'm back in Nashville. And it's still as bad as last time. Maybe worse. If there's a hell on Earth, I'm in it. The bar I'm in, I'm being generous of the collective IQ is 53.
And I wore a regular plain black T-shirt this time. Having redneck/inbred versions of female movie characters coming up to me was disturbing last time.
Bullshit. It's at least 45 miles, and it depends upon what direction you go. Some it's a little farther, others it's a little less. For example, Bucksnort is 60 miles from Nashville.
Why don't you go fuck your heifer of a wife, you're starting to show the symptoms of your autism again. Failing that, being Arkansas your heifer of a daughter would probably meet your standards as well.
At least I have someone who will fuck me. By your own admission you're striking out with women too drunk to even consent.
So you admit to bovine incest. Not that you autistic ass would accept it, I'm not here to get ass, and don't have a problem meeting women either. But when you traded your wedding vows in front of an animal husbandry tech, I guess your autistic ass takes after your porcine fucking father.
What's your point, how do you think that's an insult? Just here to hangout, just happens to be a little over a year later. You've been extra autistic and moody lately, must be missing out on Kitchens Family Incest Night since the heifer daughter is hours away.
He would have more luck with @Tererun. More efficient because with him/her Ed could get two for the price of one.