Petrino - not riding solo (and fired at Louisville)

I don't doubt the random tail part of the story.

I doubt the sheer number of precautionary measures taken to ensure that it stayed on the down low. I mean, I don't doubt all of them, but putting pre-paid credit cards in your tires or whatever the hell? C'mon.

There are nuclear silos that have fewer redunduncies and precautions than one of Freq's booty calls.

At some point, doesn't all the bullshit you put yourself through to get some trim overwhelm the thrill of getting the trim itself?

And while I'm sure there are lovers who cover their tracks like Danny Torrance in The Shining, I guarantee there's 100 others who don't do a fraction of that shit and get their piece of ass without getting caught.

And I didn't buy the B&N story either. That was ridiculous on several levels.

 

I'll buy a steak dinner for anyone who can find the dime store novel he's cribbing this shit from. Kudos to you, freq!

 

Right. Or, vice versa, you could take a cheap novel with Fabio on the cover and act like that was you. And really, the only thing shocking about it is how committed you are to character.

 

You need a better hobby.

 

Not necessarily.

It takes two to tango.

A husband can be all of those things you describe, but if a wife says no, well, what's the husband to do? He tried.

 

Is this our stand-in for the SportsJournalists.com summer novel? It makes good trashy reading in any event, fiction or no.

 

I was actually thinking about this. Would you do it if offered?

BTW, I don't doubt a word. Once you get good at picking up women, it's really not that hard.

 

This Petrino thread has certainly taken an interesting turn. Freq on thing you did not mention in your earlier posts was the fact that you were somewhat of a local celebrity. How much do you think this fact assisted you in your conquests?

 

Awesome.

 

Awesome? Sounds like a basic line to me

 

YF acting like he's a lothario and he could get any woman he wanted with a line like "Hey babe, want to taste my latte?"