It was cool the other night when I had just finished a rack of balls when two women I'd never seen before showed up wanting to play. I said, "Well, you gotta win the table". So, they loaded up the quarters, and racked them up.
We decided to just have a free for all, and who ever made the eight ball in the end wins, rather than play cut throat, which takes too long. One of them asked if I played for money. I said, "No, but I'll tell you what I will do..."
The one said, "What's that?"
I said, "I'm gonna kick your asses".
Well, I lost the first game.
But, that was just a warm up.
A third girl showed up, and it was evident to me that these were three lesbians. So, I said, "Ya'll are lesbians aren't you?"
The one said, "How did you know?"
I said, "I can tell". It wasn't that they looked particularly dike like. It was just the way they carried themselves and talked.
So, we throw the balls in the next rack, and the girl who won cracked 'em. Same game, free for all, eight ball wins. Is there a name for that game? It's Eight Ball without being stripes, or solids, nonetheless.
Comes down to it, and only the eight ball remains. It's my shot. The ball is sitting about an inch, or two off the rail near the side pocket, but I couldn't hit the side. Then, the last girl who joined in calls out, "You gotta hit three rails", making up a rule in the middle of the game, to which I nodded with approval, saying, "Ok", and called my shot.
It was almost a straight shot. I could see it in my head immediately, as she probably did too, because she was a good shot.
Anyway, I nailed it off the side rail to the back rail, off the other side rail straight to the corner pocket on the other end, clean, as in "nothing but net". They all were like "Whoa" in astonishment, gave me high fives, and the one who looked most likely to be Bi, came straight up to me and wanted to shake my hand like a professional, saying, "That was awesome". Then they left.
That was how I spent my Saturday night. How about you?
***
On a Slightly More Serious Note,
Another, BLAHG, BLAHG, BLAHG
We decided to just have a free for all, and who ever made the eight ball in the end wins, rather than play cut throat, which takes too long. One of them asked if I played for money. I said, "No, but I'll tell you what I will do..."
The one said, "What's that?"
I said, "I'm gonna kick your asses".
Well, I lost the first game.
But, that was just a warm up.
A third girl showed up, and it was evident to me that these were three lesbians. So, I said, "Ya'll are lesbians aren't you?"
The one said, "How did you know?"
I said, "I can tell". It wasn't that they looked particularly dike like. It was just the way they carried themselves and talked.
So, we throw the balls in the next rack, and the girl who won cracked 'em. Same game, free for all, eight ball wins. Is there a name for that game? It's Eight Ball without being stripes, or solids, nonetheless.
Comes down to it, and only the eight ball remains. It's my shot. The ball is sitting about an inch, or two off the rail near the side pocket, but I couldn't hit the side. Then, the last girl who joined in calls out, "You gotta hit three rails", making up a rule in the middle of the game, to which I nodded with approval, saying, "Ok", and called my shot.
It was almost a straight shot. I could see it in my head immediately, as she probably did too, because she was a good shot.
Anyway, I nailed it off the side rail to the back rail, off the other side rail straight to the corner pocket on the other end, clean, as in "nothing but net". They all were like "Whoa" in astonishment, gave me high fives, and the one who looked most likely to be Bi, came straight up to me and wanted to shake my hand like a professional, saying, "That was awesome". Then they left.
That was how I spent my Saturday night. How about you?
***
On a Slightly More Serious Note,
Another, BLAHG, BLAHG, BLAHG
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