OK, I stuck with the title that McC started, but there is no heat, and so far, even less evil.
I am here on business, as McC was, but have yet to see any thongs, Ass Shakin' college girls, or skin of any kind. You see, since it is January, the girls are all covered up, and the outdoor Tequila bars have moved inside, where they are less obvious. Granted, it is much warmer here than in Seattle, or (god forbid) Wisconsin, but although it is about 55 degrees, everyone is wearing sweaters. NOw certain girls know how to fill out a nice knit sweater, but these AZ girls were made for string bikinis and tank tops with no bra, not bulky sweatshirts.
I say they should suffer for their image, and wear such things in all weather. I mean, do you think Elton John ALWAYS wanted to look like a circus performer? Probably not. I'm sure there were days when he was like "Dammit, I just want to put on a pair of jeans and my rimless glasses." Then he probably thought, "Wait, I'm Elton John, I can't disappoint my fans."
And Elvis, even when he was old and fat he wore the jumpsuit. IMAGE!
Theses winter ASU girls are destryoing my image of ASU and the Evil Heat.
Paxacidians, write your congressman-or-woman and demand that girls wear sexy clothes at all times to preserve the sanctity of womanhood!
Evil Heat, Part 3
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Allright, it seems like no one is readin this thread but me (and maybe MCC, but he's probably bored with it) but I'm going to write some ramblings anyway, because it amuses me to do so, and that's what life is about, right?
So although I still haven't seen much skin, the Evil Heat has become a little more interesting. I went to a nice english pub last night where they poured a decent Guiness and had Trivia night. On the way in the door, a sexy girl wtih no bra on sitting at the bar gave me a stare and a little smile. I was feeling pretty good about myself until one of the other guys I was with said he got a wink and a kiss blown at him. We tried to get him to go talk to her (he was the only single one there), but he chickened out.
A little while later, we saw her greet another group of guys in a similar way, then about 30 seconds after the greeting, get up and go to the bathroom with one of the guys. Just as we were marveling at her speed, the owner of the bar sent her friend in after them, presumably to keep any hanky panky from happenning in his pristine establishment. She was in there quite a while, and I had the thought that the lucky guy now had two for the price of one. Well the owner must have had the same thought too, because he stomped in there, interrrupting the trivia (to the chagrin of the geeks) to break it up.
They all came out with their heads held high and their zippers zipped, and the owner seamlessly returned to trivia mode. Since I didn't know any of the answers anyway, I started wonder what was the big deal? Why couldn't he let two (or three) horny kids get it on in the bathroom. Damn puritans.
He did have the foresight not to chuck them out of the bar, because they still were buying drinks, and just about the time the last question was read, she fell off of her stool onto her friend, and there was a little drunken bi-curious groping as she got up.
As entertaining as this all was to watch, even more entertaining was the fact that somehow, with very little help from me, my team of trivia hounds had tied with another group, and now had to go question for question to see which team would win the coveted $40 booze prize.
The first tie breaker question was "What is the capitol of Washington?" Well, here was my chance to contribute. I do live in Seattle, after all. "Olympia" I shouted proudly. Well the other group knew it too, and here we were tied again. the next question was "Who won the World Cup?" "McCutcheon would know this!" I shouted, reaching for my cell phone, but before I could dial, the master of trivia who had invited me there cooly wrote "Brazil" on a piece of paper and handed it to the anti-bathroom-sex owner, who raised himself in my esteem by proclaiming us the winners, and forking over the $40.
See, sometimes these self indulgent drinking stories can have a point, and remaining faithful by ignoring the sexy drunk slutty girl can be rewarded by a night of free drinking. Hows that for a moral?
So although I still haven't seen much skin, the Evil Heat has become a little more interesting. I went to a nice english pub last night where they poured a decent Guiness and had Trivia night. On the way in the door, a sexy girl wtih no bra on sitting at the bar gave me a stare and a little smile. I was feeling pretty good about myself until one of the other guys I was with said he got a wink and a kiss blown at him. We tried to get him to go talk to her (he was the only single one there), but he chickened out.
A little while later, we saw her greet another group of guys in a similar way, then about 30 seconds after the greeting, get up and go to the bathroom with one of the guys. Just as we were marveling at her speed, the owner of the bar sent her friend in after them, presumably to keep any hanky panky from happenning in his pristine establishment. She was in there quite a while, and I had the thought that the lucky guy now had two for the price of one. Well the owner must have had the same thought too, because he stomped in there, interrrupting the trivia (to the chagrin of the geeks) to break it up.
They all came out with their heads held high and their zippers zipped, and the owner seamlessly returned to trivia mode. Since I didn't know any of the answers anyway, I started wonder what was the big deal? Why couldn't he let two (or three) horny kids get it on in the bathroom. Damn puritans.
He did have the foresight not to chuck them out of the bar, because they still were buying drinks, and just about the time the last question was read, she fell off of her stool onto her friend, and there was a little drunken bi-curious groping as she got up.
As entertaining as this all was to watch, even more entertaining was the fact that somehow, with very little help from me, my team of trivia hounds had tied with another group, and now had to go question for question to see which team would win the coveted $40 booze prize.
The first tie breaker question was "What is the capitol of Washington?" Well, here was my chance to contribute. I do live in Seattle, after all. "Olympia" I shouted proudly. Well the other group knew it too, and here we were tied again. the next question was "Who won the World Cup?" "McCutcheon would know this!" I shouted, reaching for my cell phone, but before I could dial, the master of trivia who had invited me there cooly wrote "Brazil" on a piece of paper and handed it to the anti-bathroom-sex owner, who raised himself in my esteem by proclaiming us the winners, and forking over the $40.
See, sometimes these self indulgent drinking stories can have a point, and remaining faithful by ignoring the sexy drunk slutty girl can be rewarded by a night of free drinking. Hows that for a moral?
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See that sort of shit happends all the time in the Evil Heat. It gets to peoples heads. Like the one time a girl tried to actually start giving me head down there while in a corner of a bar and then her dad showed up and shouted to me she was only 14! I was like well then get her off her knees. I was just stading there when she sloppily walked over to me and said I was hot and started groping. And I was new to the desert and just thought people were really friendly. And yeah you guessed it. She was one of those 14 year olds going on 18. So built. I didn't go to jail or anything but I bet the girl got grounded.
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