VanillaGorilla
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I am sitting in the Arby's parking lot, about to consume my 5 for $5.95, when I glance across the parking lot, maybe 3 or 4 spaces across, and I see a very attractive young lady, also sitting in her car, also getting ready to feast on some delicious Arby's. Now, it's kinda tricky, judging women by just their torso, since they could always get out of their car, and have a backside that looks like one of those giant Pogo Balls you used to bounce on as a kid. But, at this point, I'm lucky enough to even get a glance from a lady. And this time, I got it. It probably didn't help that the lower quadrant of my face was covered in a mixture of Arby's Sauce and Cheddar Cheese, but she looked none the less.
So, you're probably asking yourself "VG, you probably opened up the door of your McLaren F1, strolled over to that fine young lady, and put on your best moves, right?" Well, kinda. I grabbed a couple napkins out of the glovebox of my 1994 Ford Taurus, whiped off my face, and shot her the old "I'm desperate" look. Strell knows the look, ask him for the specifics. Anyways, at this point, I'm thinking "Maybe she'll come on over, ask me for some sauce, and we'll hit it off. Every great couple has a story about how they met, and this could be mine!" So, I shot her the look, and her face lights up. Ok, "lights up" doesn't really describe it well, it was more like "shrivels up". She looks as if she just walked in on her mother bending over and taking it from Sasquatch. As she tears out of the parking lot, trail of exhaust left behind, I can't help but wonder where I went wrong? Was it the piece of Roast Beef stuck between my teeth, which I found much later, or maybe it was my "You can't have Sodomy without Me" bumpersticker? All I know is that I lost the love of my life today, and not even the embrace of an Arby's Melt could warm my chilled heart.
So, you're probably asking yourself "VG, you probably opened up the door of your McLaren F1, strolled over to that fine young lady, and put on your best moves, right?" Well, kinda. I grabbed a couple napkins out of the glovebox of my 1994 Ford Taurus, whiped off my face, and shot her the old "I'm desperate" look. Strell knows the look, ask him for the specifics. Anyways, at this point, I'm thinking "Maybe she'll come on over, ask me for some sauce, and we'll hit it off. Every great couple has a story about how they met, and this could be mine!" So, I shot her the look, and her face lights up. Ok, "lights up" doesn't really describe it well, it was more like "shrivels up". She looks as if she just walked in on her mother bending over and taking it from Sasquatch. As she tears out of the parking lot, trail of exhaust left behind, I can't help but wonder where I went wrong? Was it the piece of Roast Beef stuck between my teeth, which I found much later, or maybe it was my "You can't have Sodomy without Me" bumpersticker? All I know is that I lost the love of my life today, and not even the embrace of an Arby's Melt could warm my chilled heart.