So one of my jarhead buddies calls me up and says he wants to shoot the breeze. He's coming from Pittsburgh, I'm in Harrisburg. It's a good drive. I told him to meet me in "Gilligan's", my local watering - hole. I get there long before he does. I'm shootin' pool, bs'ing with my friends, etc. He shows up, in his Hummer, dressed in suit & tie, buys the joint a drink, yada yada yada.
I greet him and tell him right away he needs to chill, a little. He's not feeling that, apparently. We shoot a couple of games of pool, drink a few beers, etc. Normal shit. I go to the restroom. Now we are suddenly playing "partner pool" with two "very fine" ladies that were heretofore undiscovered by yours truly. Apparently David had (his name, also) picked them up in here while I was on the crapper.
We all had a lot of fun. My partner was leaning on me, a lot, plus looking for advice on the table, repeatedly. She liked to lean over the ball. I had nip action going.
It was about midnight. I was personally in BIG trouble, as my wife waits up for me. The really hot one that my good bud Dave had already secured several hours ago, (while I was in the crapper, did I mention that?) asks,
"Would you boys like to buy a date?"
He's back in Pittsburgh, not returning my phone calls.
he, he he