Talk with your hands!!! Boy,do I nkow that
Originally posted by: Candy Wright
Ah, Dave in Seattle, misery loves company, so thank you for your spilled drink tales. Good teamwork between drinks and the family jewels...LOL!!!
Straws...drink launchers for sure. Combined with my compulsion to talk with my hands, death to the felt. Aarrgh.
Talk with your hands.Boy,do I know that one! My non-Italian card counting partner is always helping his words with hand gestures.
Candy,you have not seen this guy "TALK". Spilled drinks of his own and second base's ones as well. He is a caffiene dude and I cannot calm him down! "Mellow out and take a break ,when you loose a big hand like that one!"
He is my designated driver,but Steve is a frikken' maniac behind the steering wheel. When I slide into the death machine,I wish that I had worn my BROWN trousers(Pants).
Mario Andretti on Amphetamines would be a good match up: cutting corners and SHOUTING at the other slower drivers ,with his window closed!
His typical
trigger is in the panic lane,behind some driver that cannot hear him at all. (Some drivers have hand guns!)
"Hey,I could have gone 4 times , you jerk!"
Yes,it's always an exciting ride with Steve.
His valuable skills are at the BJ tables with team play,until we both loose the count from a spilled drink from the Non-Italian referee,jacked up on coffee. This guy is a human Casablanca ceiling fan!
Noe,I will not ficks my typos and spall chack doesnit worque.
