The Duplex by Glenn McCoy for February 14, 2010

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    comicgos  almost 15 years ago

    Eno got burned!

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    GROG Premium Member almost 15 years ago

    Well, her chances of getting skin cancer are lower, I guess. She’s gaining a litlle peace of mind, but losing Fang.

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    Llewellenbruce  almost 15 years ago

    Never heard that pick up line before.

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    *Space Madness at The Station*  almost 15 years ago

    Elvis

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    Coyoty Premium Member almost 15 years ago

    Blocked again!

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    fritzoid Premium Member almost 15 years ago

    Llewellenbruce, that exact phrase in is my repertoire. I mean, like, word-for-word.

    Of course, I don’t use it as a pick-up line, but I haul it out on occasion for my already-girlfriend.

    It looks like Eno and fang have already been there a while, since their beers have already been served. He must have brought the roses in with him, just in case he found somebody to give them to. So unless this chick is the only woman in the bar, all Eno has lost at this point is a few moments of his time.

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    kit_jefferson  almost 15 years ago

    Love’s labor lost.

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    COWBOY7  almost 15 years ago

    If she doesn’t accept them, then give the flowers to Fang. He drinks beer and watches TV with you.

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    lazygrazer  almost 15 years ago

    I too have slurred many a love sonnet in in some bar. Flowers were out of the question….but another round, maybe.

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    fritzoid Premium Member almost 15 years ago

    Shall I compare thee to a Happy hour? For thou art cheaper, and more dimly-lit. Thy smell of cigarettes is twice as sour; Upon thy seat a brace of men might sit. The neon signs which shine behind the bar Are pale ‘gainst thy burst-capillaried nose, And thy complexion? Pickles in a jar I see upon thy cheek, and not the rose. Thy voice the broken jukebox, thy hair the rag That wipes the spilléd beer from off the floor, And yet I hear that ev’ry tongue doth wag Thou swing’st as freely as the Men’s Room door. So, since I am myself no golden youth, ”Bartender, two martinis, sans vermouth.”

    Bardót Vavónne

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    thampacks  almost 15 years ago

    see, this is what you get when you get plastic flowers - I should know, it I got the same reaction

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    lazygrazer  almost 15 years ago

    LOL—absolutely hilarious, fritzoid!—who wrote that??

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    fritzoid Premium Member almost 15 years ago

    Bardót Vavónne, grazer, just like it says.

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