Two Minnesotans walk into a pet shop in Grand Marais. They head to the bird section and Sven says to Hans, "Dat's dem."
The owner comes over and asks if he can help them. "Yeah, we'll take four of dem dere little budgies dere," says Sven.
The owner puts the budgies in a paper bag. Hans and Sven pay for the birds, leave the shop and get into Sven's pick-up and drive to the top of the big cliffs by the Lake. At the cliffs, Sven looks down at the 1000-foot drop and says: "Dis looks like a grand place."
He takes two birds out of the bag, puts them on his shoulders and jumps off the cliff. Hans watches as Sven falls all the way to the bottom, killing himself stone dead.
Looking down at the remains of his best pal, Hans shakes his head and says: "Dis budgie jumping is too dangerous for me."
BUT WAIT!!!! There's MORE! PART TWO:
Moments later Knut arrives up at the cliffs. He's been to the pet
shop too and walks up to the edge of the cliff carrying another paper bag in one hand and a shotgun in the other. "Hej, Hans. Watch dis," Knut says.
He takes a parrot from the bag and throws himself over the edge of the cliff. Hans watches as half way down, Knut takes the gun and shoots the parrot. Knut continues to plummet down and down until he hits the bottom and breaks every bone in his body.
Hans shakes his head and says, "And I'm never trying dat parrotshooting either."
BUT WAIT!!!!.....There's MORE!! PART THREE:!
Hans is just getting over the shock of losing two friends when Lars appears. He's also been to the pet shop and is carrying a paper bag out of which he pulls a chicken.
Lars grasps the chicken by the legs holds it over his head and hurls himself off the cliff and disappears down and down until he hits a rock and breaks his spine.
Once more Hans shakes his head -
"First dar was Sven with his budgie jumping, den Knut parrotshooting, and now Lars is hengliding.....
Ba Da Boom Ba Da Bing !!!!!
Have a great day : )
I find dating an interesting adventure...almost like being in the land of OZ. There are some really nice people and places, so nice that you could stay for hours. Then, there are the weird ones, the comic book ones, and some pretty scary ones.
I'm going to start with one of mine, and I'd love to see how many "adventures" everyone can come up with....the good, bad, and the ugly!!!
The Control Freak --
I met this guy...I'll call him "Pat". We met on a dating site and talked for a while. We were hit & miss with our online and phone conversations. We were finally able to set up to meet each other in person and we decided to meet up at a local resturant. I pulled up and he was waiting for me next to his car. Red Flag #1: I walked past his car and it was totally trashed. I mean it's not like the inside of my car would pass the white glove test, but you couldn't even see the floor! I wanted to turn and run at that point but I went ahead & went in anyway. Red Flag #2: The reason that we were hit and miss with each other was that he has no phone; no cell phone; and no computer. He said that I need to be available for him when he needed me to be because I had no way of getting a hold of him. Red Flag #3: Jewelry. I like to wear rings. I happened to have had my mother's ring on my left finger because I injured my right arm & my hand was swollen. "Pat" threw a fit about my ring and when I told him that I can wear up to 6 at a time, he said that no woman of his is going to wear that much jewelry. Red Flag #4: Picking up the Tab: I was told that since he picked up the tab for my pop, that I was expected to pay for him the next time. He was not about to treat me out all of the time. Now I have absolutely no problem with that because dating can get expensive, but I feel that it should be my idea and not be ordered to do it. The 5th and final Red Flag, (because the longest hour of my life had finally passed): The meaning of the word "NO": This moron thought it would be "cute" to poke me in the ribs & of course discovered that I'm extremely ticklish. I told him "no" and that he was making my bad arm hurt, he thought it was funny, told me that I had better get used to it, and did it again. After yelling at him a couple of times he quit. He asked if he could call me & I told him "no", that I was busy, (which I really was), & he called anyway. I tried to tell him nicely that we just weren't compatable & he started arguing with me. I then had to get rude and call him a psychotic control freak. He still kept calling. I finally had to threaten that I would have to file a complaint with the police if he didn't leave me alone. He finally got the message. Thank goodness I never let people know where I live...lol
Okay, that's one of my stories, so come on ladies & let's hear your experiences. I know that there are some guys out there with some wacky crazed women stories, (and even some really good ones), so let's hear them and all go on the adventure to OZ together! Remember...please don't use last names...that's not cool.