Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Even these hooligans found a wife.

After taking you thru the courtship process yesterday, and having spent a day recently with the guys, I am reminded what a lottery win it is for jackasses like us to find sympathetic partners. I hope you enjoy the pictures below from "back in the day" before the deranged found their lives rearranged.


Bahamas MENSA meeting.




"Asked" to leave.




Back at the Bachelor pad.

ZERO girls. Big shocker. Alert the media.




Try adding more guys. It's a numbers game.

Desperation is the world's worst cologne.




JACKPOT. French girl. Doesn't speak a word of english.

Abandon all hope. Go home. Put on Steel Magnolias and have a good cry. Oops...was that out loud?




Don't EVER leave me, honey. EVER.

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Posted by Jay @halftime lessons

4 comments:

Dto3 said...

Dang, not a word of English and liquor and you still didn't get lucky? That must've stung.

September 16, 2008 at 8:27 PM
Jay @halftime lessons said...

I think I was clear in my last posting...I had no game. And if she didnt understand what I had to say...I REALLY had nothing.

September 17, 2008 at 4:20 AM
Deb said...

i'm confused about the pool shot. is that you doing the interpretive dance in the background??

September 17, 2008 at 4:27 AM
Luanne said...

Loved those pictures!! Very funny!

September 17, 2008 at 5:54 AM

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