The girls get all dolled up and sit at the bar, chatting with their girlfriends.
The boys arrive and start strutting their stuff.
The girls continue chatting and drinking....
And then--uh oh--it's him again....
Hello ladies. Funny seeing you chicks here again.
No thanks, Harold--they're free.
Then before Harold knows it, his competition bellies up to the bar.
Um, excuse me...I was sitting there.
The competition leaves and poor Harold is left to drown the pangs of rejection.
Just another typical Saturday night on the farm,
~J
1 comment:
hahahahaha... so clever!
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