Awkward dates

Two weekends ago, I'm walking a woman into my apartment building, getting ready to do the Curly Shuffle on her cooter.

As we're walking in, the doorman-a real drama queen, I might add-says "holy shit, did you hear about the Trayvon Martin case?"

"Um, no...we went to a movie."

"Can you believe that that scumbag Zimmerman got off?"

At which point, my date said "Good! I'm glad justice was served!" and then gets into a ten minute argument with the doorman. At the end, she asked me if she should just go home at that point. I nodded "yes" and walked toward the elevator.

 

Buck wins the interwebs.

 

Please come back at Christmas and tell us what kind of foul substance you wrapped up for his gift.

 

You should have powered through anyway. I was 100 percent in the camp that Zimmerman should have been guilty but, in your situation, I would have easily agreed with her to get her back to bed. Hell, if she were hot enough, I would have left Fox News on while I put it in her butt.

 

Which one is Lardass?