This post will probably reveal important PI about myself, but I am willing to take the chance. The story is interesting and I doubt very seriously that my wife, my roommate at the time, or my kids even know about this place. I am willing to take the chance.

Give me a moment. I need to refresh my drink. Be right back.

Uncle pete just dont mess up the story in your drunken stupor :)

Anyway, where was I? Oh, how I met my wife.

Basically, I met her where I was living -- Lee Valley Apartments. Lee Valley was a swinging place at the time. Lots of singles and the manager (forgot her name) had a penchant for young people trying to make it out on their own. Today, I am sure it is a shithole with lots of immigrants and types that you would not want to be associated with. Anyway, my soon to be wife lived in the apartment complex and I knew her roommate because I had gone to HS with her. Anyway, I asked her out and we went to Blackies down in D.C. for our first date. Blackies at that time was the place to go, whether single or dating, for fun and fast chats. The music was good, as was the food.

I need another drink. Be back in a bit

Shall I go on or are you tired of this shit?

Petey Greene Wrote:
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> Shall I go on or are you tired of this shit?

No? Then good. I'll go pour myself another Beefeater and save the effort.

Go on to the point where you bend her legs behind her ears like bugs fucking bunny. Pictures too, or it never happened

Hey sir you pucking up the story line. Every story needs a start middle and end. I might like this story, dont know what the puck immigrants got to do with it. If you were born in those countries with no opportunity you'd want out too. Now get back to the story without the nonsense.

LEGGO!!!!!!!!!

Hey sir you pucking up the story line. Every story needs a start middle and end. I might like this story, dont know what the puck immigrants got to do with it. If you were born in those countries with no opportunity you'd want out too. Now get back to the story without the nonsense.

LEGGO!!!!!!!!!

Go 4 it Wrote:
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> Go on to the point where you bend her legs behind
> her ears like bugs fucking bunny. Pictures too, or
> it never happened

Back in those days, we only had Polaroids. Give me a moment to see if I can find them. I'll need to fix another Beefeater firs.

Petey Greene Wrote:
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> Shall I go on or are you tired of this shit?

No, do not go on. I am tired of that shit.

Sounds a lot like the story my old girl friend told me about. She lived at Lee Valley with a roommate that her boyfriend had gone to HS with. Anyhow, she said he took her to Blackies in DC. Everyone knew the one in Springfield was the better place to go. Then she married her boyfriend of course. He didn't know it but I was pounding that thang all along and he was gettin' sloppy seconds.

Go on, please. I want to know what happened to her. and if you ever found out.

Not to mention she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, and run through like a train once a week with all of the hang outs from the 7-11 down the street.

Or did she get run through like a train at the local Firehouse? Oops wrong thread I'm thinking of, my bad

Blackie Jefferson Wrote:
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> Sounds a lot like the story my old girl friend
> told me about. She lived at Lee Valley with a
> roommate that her boyfriend had gone to HS with.
> Anyhow, she said he took her to Blackies in DC.
> Everyone knew the one in Springfield was the
> better place to go. Then she married her
> boyfriend of course. He didn't know it but I was
> pounding that thang all along and he was gettin'
> sloppy seconds.
>
> Go on, please. I want to know what happened to
> her. and if you ever found out.


You didn't happen to be a manager at Roy Rogers over near Landmark, by any chance?

...so we cant get a story because of trolling?

dudes and their testosterone Wrote:
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> ...so we cant get a story because of trolling?

Dude, I'm not trolling. I'm trying to get my story out as best I can. Between the wife yelling orders at me and the grandkids pissing all over me, I'm doing the best I can.

Damn short glass makes it difficult as well.

Really Dad, you should go to bed. You are embarrasing yourself and will hate yourself in the morning.

BTW, have you given any thought to the loan I asked for?

Petey Greene Wrote:
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> dudes and their testosterone Wrote:
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> -----
> > ...so we cant get a story because of trolling?
>
> Dude, I'm not trolling. I'm trying to get my
> story out as best I can. Between the wife yelling
> orders at me and the grandkids pissing all over
> me, I'm doing the best I can.
>
> Damn short glass makes it difficult as well.

wasnt directed towards you. didnt see you posted on top of my post.

Forgot where I left off, so I will continue where I think I need to.

Anyway, 2nd date with the wife to be and we go to her parents 25th anniversay. I think it was at the Fairfax Country Club. I don't remember exactly. We pick up her Grandparents which garners me numerous points. Anyway, we are at the reception and my wife's soon-to-be Father in law says that he has tickets to a Monday night Redskins vrs. 49ers game that he can't use. He asks me if I want them. I say, fuck yea.

So, tickets in hand, I go to Ding How and pick up some Gen. Tso's chicken and some fried rice, pick up the bitch that will soon be my wife, and we drive to the Pentagon to catch the Metro to the game. We get to the game, sit in the end zone (terrible seats, even for RFK), manage to smuggle the Ding How in and realize we don't have any fucking thing to eat the Gen. Tso's chicken with. Not even any chopsticks.

Need a drink. BRB

I think I know who you are, Petey.

I think I know who you are, Petey.

You sound familiar Wrote:
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> I think I know who you are, Petey.

You don't know shit.

Here's the kicker on my getting the tickets from my future Father in law. He asked that I pay for them. Can you believe that. Here I am with a 79 olds cutlass, and not a pot to pee in, and I'm courting his daughter, and he asks me to to pay for Monday Night Football Redskins tickets? I've hated the guy ever since.

This is by far the shittiest story I've ever heard.

Please get to the punch line because you are bringing the boredom to everyone man.

Petey Greene Wrote:
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> This post will probably reveal important PI about
> myself, but I am willing to take the chance. The
> story is interesting and I doubt very seriously
> that my wife, my roommate at the time, or my kids
> even know about this place. I am willing to take
> the chance.
>
> Give me a moment. I need to refresh my drink. Be
> right back.

Well that's real nice Petey, but while you've been telling your tale, I've been getting some "Tail". Namely your luscious wife. She can't talk right now, because she's got her DSLs wrapped around my ballpark frank. Hard to believe she'd shack up with you, but I guess your platinum card opened that door. Too bad wedding rings don't plug holes. Don't worry though, I'm plugging hers.

Well goodnight Petey...Pleasant dreams!
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^ Well, that's real special. So you've been banging a 50-something woman. You must be quite the stud.

You met her on a train platform in Farhampton. She had a yellow umbrella. You knocked her up shortly thereafter.

I know where Wrote:
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> You met her on a train platform in Farhampton. She
> had a yellow umbrella. You knocked her up shortly
> thereafter.


shhh, you scared him away. tell us more.

It was a dark and stormy night. Aglow in the mist, the green signal's halo belied the fact that the 8:28 was already ten minutes late. Suddenly, the rat-tat-tat of four-inch heels came clicking around the corner. It was then that I saw her...

I Can See It Now... Wrote:
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> It was a dark and stormy night. Aglow in the
> mist, the green signal's halo belied the fact that
> the 8:28 was already ten minutes late. Suddenly,
> the rat-tat-tat of four-inch heels came clicking
> around the corner. It was then that I saw her...


click clack click clack 8 inch heels. Legs long enough to be on a giraffe or be in guinness.

Damn we good!!!

I met my wife at a party, about 12 years ago.

I was wearing a green jacket, yet I hate golf.

Other guys were there, but they couldn't match my skills.

Virginia radio was available, yet, the lady wanted to put on a play.

It was in two acts.

I played a bouncer.

I'm still married to her.

Hey Petey! Hows your wife and my kids?