Some Men These Days Are A Fooking Disgrace

Forgot the first part of the story alright. It’s very possible there may be a semblance of truth in johnc’s story (great bumping into you outside Foley’s on Baggot Street an hour ago there by the way johnc) as this bird is a bird and we all know how fooked up birds are.

Interesting story about the guy going into the chemist for medicine and coming back the next day to ask the girl out. What medication was he picking up? Imagine it was cream for herpes or something - I’d have to turn full circle and give him credit for showing nerve in that case.

The following example is yet more substantial evidence of what is wrong with men today:

A guy (let’s call him Jugs for argument’s sake) watched while another lad (we’ll call him Bandage) chatted up a bird in a niteclub in Galway the other week. After a while Bandage was wondering why this Jugs character was hanging around a yard behind him like a bad smell and then quite inexplicably Jugs, who was listening to the conversation (and learning), started sticking his head in and piping up with attempted witty comments.

This progressed to a situation whereby Jugs started to move into Bandage’s personal space and literally began to use his elbows to shunt Bandage out of the way. Jugs then adopted a crouched stance and a broad posture to prevent Bandage from continuing his conversation with said lady and though he was unsure exactly how it happened Bandage found himself standing circa 8 yards away from the lady while Jugs was backing her into a corner.

This is not the real story however. Bandage laughed wryly to himself at Jugs’ audacity and moved to the opposite side of the dancefloor to stalk other innocent prey. Meanwhile Jugs capitalised on his cunning by scoring the lady Bandage had inadvertently lined up for him (only missing out on a Herbie Hide after her friends dragged her away from him as he had her pinned to a wall outside Supermacs some hours later).

This is still not the hub of the matter. Over the next couple of weekends Jugs, while he was out locked with Bandage and his sole other friend, sought to arrange a tap in with said lady. Obviously there’s nothing wrong with Jugs’sentiments there because frankly why would one ever want to even speak to a female unless there was the prospect of a bit of pulling and dragging on the cards? Eventually she agreed to meet him and they shared a romantic date last Saturday night.

It’s still very early into this blossoming relationship but Jugs mentioned his chances of eventually slipping one into this lady were very nearly sabotaged by one of her friends - to put it more bluntly, one of her male friends. Basically, she was unsure of Jugs’ motives (he wanted to bang you - idiot) and sought the advice of this other guy. When she told him she only received texts from Jugs late at weekends he immediately told her to steer clear of the ginger heartbreaker. He advised her that guys who exclusively text at these times are only after one thing and to ignore his texts if she wanted to avoid getting hurt!

I don’t know what is worse - the bird for telling Jugs this or the weiner bloke she hangs around with.

What an absolute disgrace to mankind - trying to prevent a fellow man from sticking one in a random, single bird. We should collectively hunt him down and remove his ball sack. Anyway, enough about Jugs - this other guy deserves a good, old-fashioned hiding too.

Thats shocking stuff altogether.

From the sounds of things though someone has beaten us to the removal of his ball sack.

He might be cock-blocking in order to try and get in there himself.

If so, fair enough and well played.

Sounds like he’s in danger of the friend-zone though.

I think the following fits in well in this thread

Any argument with these rules instantly revokes your identity as a man. Youre no longer a man and youre out of the man club.

1.) It is ok for a Man to cry under the following circumstances:

  • When a heroic dog dies to save its master.
  • The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse.
  • After wrecking your boss’ car.
  • One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into “The Crying Game”.
  • When she is using her teeth.

2.) Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his friends.

3.) Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.

4.) If you’ve known a Man for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever, unless you actually marry her.

5.) Moaning about the brand of free beer in a friend’s fridge is forbidden. Complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.

6.) No Man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another Man. In fact, even remembering your friend’s birthday is strictly optional.

7.) On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.

8.) When stumbling upon other men watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who’s playing.

9.) It is permissible to drink a fruity alcopop drink only when you’re sunning on a tropical beach… and it’s delivered by a topless supermodel…and it’s free.

10.) Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another Man in the nuts.

11.) Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.

12.) Friends don’t let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.

13.) If a Man’s fly is down, that’s his problem, you didn’t see anything.

14.) Women who claim they “love to watch sports” must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.

15.) A Man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.

16.) Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both - that’s just mean.

17.) If you compliment a Man on his six-pack, you’d better be talking about his choice of beer.

18.) Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she’s withholding sex pending your response.

19.) Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another Man while lifting weights:

  • Yeah, Baby, Push it!
  • C’mon, give me one more! Harder!
  • Another set and we can hit the showers!

20.) Never talk to a Man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i.e. Both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.

21.) Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary.

22.) The morning after you and a girl who was formerly “just a friend” have carnal drunken monkey sex, the fact that you’re feeling weird and guilty is no reason not to nail her again before the discussion about what a big mistake it was.

23.) There is no reason for guys to watch Men’s Ice Skating or Men’s Gymnastics. Ever.

24.) When you are queried by a buddy’s wife, girlfriend, mother, father, priest, shrink, dentist, accountant, or dog walker, you need not and should not provide any useful information whatsoever as to his whereabouts. You are permitted to deny his very existence.

25.) You may exaggerate any anecdote told in a bar by 50 percent without recrimination; beyond that, anyone within earshot is allowed to call ‘BULLSHIT!’.

Exception: When trying to pick up a girl, the allowable exaggeration rate rises to 400 percent.

26.) The minimum amount of time you have to wait for another guy who’s running late is 5 minutes. For a girl, you are required to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on the classic 1-10 babe scale

Would a few texts during the week to hide the fact that your only in it for a ride be that hard??

BenShermin wrote:

Would a few texts during the week to hide the fact that your only in it for a ride be that hard??

I think the ould drunken text around 11 on a friday is the best route. Lets them know what you’re all about.

But is the whole point to make them (ie. the birds) think your nice, so that you earn enough brownie points for a second chance in the sack, ohhh fook that I went too far!! Yep best to only text at the weekend…

BenShermin wrote:

Would a few texts during the week to hide the fact that your only in it for a ride be that hard??

In theory it wouldn’t be that hard.

But when sober do you really want to converse with some mind-numbingly stupid bint, even if it’s only by text and there’s the potential of eventually slipping one in her?

It’s only when you’ve been in the pub all day Saturday having watched several games of football and are pissed out of your mind that you decide ‘fook it - I’m gonna have to contact this wench to see if I can nail her.’

Mid-week text:

“Hi, just had shit day in work and need cheering up. Wondering if you’d be on for doing something? Could meet you in Cafe Bar Deli and then maybe go to IFI?”

Weekend:

“Hows it’ going? R u out and about tonihgt?”

Spot on Fats, that message sounds like the perfect rambling to text a bird, complete with spelling mistake and everything, thats the way to let her know you’ve had a few and you’re ready to slip her a semi and then fall asleep half way through.

What the fook, Cafe Bar Deli and IFI?!*

A nice romantic walk along Sandymount strand (keep her happy) followed by a few scoops (keep the gent happy) in the Vintage in Sandymount village, get the barman to light a candle or somethin!!.

Ya can’t be throwing money at paninis and foreign filums with Italian subtitles for a girl, that wont get you nowhere but to an empty wallet and a relationship.

BenShermin wrote:

Ya can’t be throwing money at paninis and foreign filums with Italian subtitles for a girl, that wont get you nowhere but to an empty wallet and a relationship.

I know what you mean. I’d rather an empty relationship and a full wallet.

nice guy route with loads of gay texts during the week doesn’t work (so i’ve heard) - it’s ok to send maybe one text during the week to let her know you still want to nail her as long as you don’t suggest any prospect of meeting up in the near future; leave that until friday night circa midnight. They’ll bitch to their friends that “he only ever wants to meet up when he’s drunk” and “i never hear from him during the week” (little do they know that we also get drunk during the week but just have no interest trying to bang a bird who will most likely be sober on a weeknight) yet they still gag for it.

Some of them are so sad they think if they ride a guy casually for a couple of months they can wear him down and convince him to start the official long term relationship they had planned from the first moment they laid their clingy, needy eyes on him.

Some of them are so sad they think if they ride a guy casually for a couple of months they can wear him down and convince him to start the official long term relationship they had planned from the first moment they laid their clingy, needy eyes on him.

haha, birds are funny!!!

Fats wrote:

Mid-week text:

“Hi, just had shit day in work and need cheering up. Wondering if you’d be on for doing something? Could meet you in Cafe Bar Deli and then maybe go to IFI?”

Weekend:

“Hows it’ going? R u out and about tonihgt?”

So funny cos it’s true.

A lad I know (we’ll call him Doyler) banged this bird on a one nighter a while back and tokenly swapped numbers at one stage during the evening.

The bird had been giving it the whole ‘I don’t usually do this on the first night’ crap but in reality she’d been slipping off her seat in the pub all evening such was her level of wetness. That said Doyler still had to use his powers of persuasion to get her back to his gaff to plant one in her.

Anyway, a few weeks later he was out with his mates and got the urge for a ride so he thought he’d try this bird again and simply sent her the following drunken text: ‘Sex?’

The bird didn’t reply that night but the next morning when he woke up he’d a text from the bird telling him what a disgrace he was to send such a seedy text and how wrong she was to let him bang her if that was all he was after and not to contact her again.

Birds - they’re fooking crazy.

No beating about the bush, excuse the pun, with that message Bandage. The funniest thing is when you send multiple texts along similar lines to 2 or more birds. Getting a positive response from both would be an opportunity…

The second you commit to a realtionship, hundreds of girls will be drooling all over ya.

The second you break up, hundreds of girls will run the other way when they see you.

That is so bloody true Ben, you couldn’t get it anymore right. Time to get me a relationship

Ah yes. Appendage just rang me to talk about this thread.