Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

Bloggers You Really Should Check Out part 7

Today we feature 2 local bloggers because they are kinda like star-crossed lovers daters like Romeo and Juliet. Or maybe Mork and Mindy.

So the story goes like this. The Indian Stallion finally manages to convince this chick to go on a date with him. With great reluctance, he agrees to her very strange request to have dinner at Burger King(oh, the indignity!).

Then I happened to glance at her ass as she was queuing up for our food. I got her to buy the food for me because I am not used to queuing up for my food, you don’t have to in restaurants. When she got back I did the gentlemanly thing again and complimented her on her fine looking ass. But instead of being flattered and thanking me she gets pissed! What the hell?

Things took a turn for the worst when the asshat stallion makes her royal highness queue up for the food (should have seen that coming at a fast-food outlet, people!) and he is rewarded for his mental-undressing activities with a followup post on her blog!

Of course, the Stallion being the stallion was mentally undressing me with his eyes. How do I know this, well I caught him staring more than once(i’m exagerrating for drama’s sake here) and he blatantly told me that he was checking out my ass.

I’ve been thinking, I keep getting involved with all the wrong guys. Hey, nothing to do with the Indian Stallion, these are two SEPARATE lines of thought. So when I’m free enough, I’m gonna customize myself an ad and put it up on the personals.. (read her blog for the full text of her requirements)

Guys, the moral of the story here is that you speak to her face - not her her chest or bum. It doesnt matter if she is as hot as her picture. I mean I would also be drawing up an action item list in my head with regards to carnal-activities-to-be-performed-later but first thing’s first and you have to comply with the statutory requrements of dinner, movie, romantic walk etc.

Moral of the story: Don’t think with your menberries

Oh jesus, you have ripped off my pictures.Hey, my account of the incident is more accurate.AND DAMMIT ME AND THE STALLION ARE NOT DATING!Read my latest post for the actual account.And the size of my nose is starting to scare me, can I implore you to remove the second picture? :)

By the way, the royal highness insisted on queueing up for food after declining the stallion’s chivalrous offer. Self-sufficiency people. Breaking out of conventional mould, that was what I was going for!

hummm…. so we all should start dating nerds, like the 13th square root of 200 hundred digit nerd featured in my blog? As much as girls hate it, this is what boys do, checking out the face, boobs & ass. B

ut then, this stallion is stupid enough to confront our poor nethia about it. This boy is too straightforward for his own good.

And in the stallion’s defence, the list I came up with HAD ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with him. In all seriousness, I say that. By the way, the stallion and I were going for satire in our blog entries and hence they should not be taken at face value. Once again, please take note of my subtle imploration to take down the photos, or the second photo at least..Thank you!

and the stallion’s account was a follow-up to my initial account of the day, not DATE.:)

Sigh people….the word is humor. Go check it up in the dictionary.

Stop taking everything so literally dude. You will live longer.

And this is the reason why I don’t have my picture in my blog. But please remove her pics can, since she asked you to.

pictures removed, peace :)

Thanks, appreciate it.

No problem man. Just thought the world should see her beautiful face?

Got good things must share right? Wait, that sounded totally wrong.

I eagerly await your next date.

ha, thank you very much for removing the pics with the weapon of mass destruction, the nose. and thanks stallion, for the imploration on my part..

Why doesn’t anybody believe me when I say it wasn’t a date? sigh…:)

nethia > no problem. How lah I know you dont want people to see your very pretty face. Man, even I want to date you now.

And I don’t believe you, am not allowed to believe you because Indian Stallion and I are both from the male species therefore I will automatically be in his corner of the ring even if he is a bleedin horrible liar.

Yeah but ever call me an asshat again, Only mommy gets to call me that. I have stampeded on people for calling me less. Count yourself lucky.

And for the record we aren’t dating. It’s just 2 friends going out with a whole lot of sexual tension between them, so much so that you could cut it with a knife. That’s all it is.

P.S. I AM KIDDING ABT THE SEXUAL TENSION, PEOPLE.

Cowboy Caleb, see, it was very flattering that you put my pictures up..err..how do I put this delicate issue? er..Pictures lie and are subjective..I don’t like deluding people since I’m all for brutal honesty and all( except when I’m being satirical of course)…

I apologise for thinking you and your kind(the male race) will always share the same views. My oversight, will never happen again..

and by the way, indian stallion’s imaginary sexual tension is only one-sided. The side that doesn’t include me.
Hey stallion, can I call you asshat?

lol

14 comments and only 3 parties actively involved. Blogo-3-somes?

Nethia: Sure you can call me that, but only if I can call you Mommy.

Jesus, u need help…Erm Caleb, I apologise if your forum has become a point to sling innuendo-laden insults at one another

I had an idea for a t-shirt slogan once :
“WE are doing fine, thank you”

Errm, any volunteers to model?

there is no easy way out. compliment her on her nose, her eyes, her face, and what have you. leave the boob and ass and other sensitive comments alone, until she asks for them. and always keep in mind that no matter how glib your tongue there’s always a 10% chance that whatever you say (no matter what) can and will be misconstrued, and further attempts to fix that botched up job will only bring things in a downward spiral.

unless you’er brad pitt, of course. or someone equally heart-stopping. you realise i stopped being serious and impartial at line 4.