Saturday, January 14, 2006

Worst. Pickup Line. Ever.


Cousin Jill, photo by ... cousin Jill!

What would a blog dealing with country folks be without the blogger talking about one of his hot relatives? A sham, that's what it would be, and I will not have shammery on this blog!

In that vein, I present to you my cousin Jill.

Jill's sort of a BubbaGeek too, in that although she lives in the city she comes up most weekends to ride horses, feed donkeys, and in general partake of good country livin'. She works as a pharmaceutical company sales rep.

Anyway, she went to Boston for a company training trip a few weeks ago and got hit on by a policeman who used the worst pickup line I've ever heard of. He came up and asked her and her friend what they did for a living. "We sell drugs," Jill said, to his surprise.

See, she's pretty AND clever, runs in the family I think -- she's my wife's cousin.

After assuring him that they were in fact reps for a major drug company, the cop relaxed. Grinning, he then pops off with "Drug company, hunh? Hey, can you gals get me some Viagra ... ?"

::blink::

Yes, you read that right. Trying to pick up two cute girls, his best line is "Can you get me some Viagra." I can't think of anything more likely to make a girl want to go out with a guy than the sure knowledge that he has some sort of erectile dysfunction. Even out here in the country we know that dog won't hunt.

5 comments:

Denise said...

Damn Yankees. Now you know why they continue to shovel snow half the year, freeze 9 months out of the year and think The Bears are the best team in the universe. Damn dumb Yankees.

Denise said...

Damn Yankees. Now you know why they continue to shovel snow half the year, freeze 9 months out of the year and think The Bears are the best team in the universe. Damn dumb Yankees.

Joey said...

Hi Jeff, great blog. Those of us with a little Yankee blood are cringing! Hope you still have those boxes of Heromachine disks 'cause I volunteered them to a school if they want them.

Jill Phenix Avila said...

I think I scared Marisa a little bit when I told the cop we were Drug Dealers. Hee hee.. but it was fun until the stupid pick-up-line. He also asked us if we wanted flavored ice and since we were in the Little Italy part of Boston I smarted off and said, “Uh isn’t that called Italian Ice?” Needless to say he was shocked I knew what Italian Ice was. (I guess he doesn’t get out of Beantown very often) And you know what? He still didn’t go away.. geese!

p.s. thanks for the complements my goal when I grow up is to be as beautiful as Annie

Jimmy said...

Jeff, I'm really enjoying your blog! Your putting AddictingGames.com out of business as far as I'm concerned. Thanks for sharing.
I almost put this comment under your "Comments" post, but the irony of 0 replies to that post was too perfect to ruin!