Originally Posted by Chase

Hey, Handsome Smiley! Ha ha ha, your name suggests you're a chick magnet. My name says the opposite. I have to chase 'em.

When I was stationed in Germany in the middle of the last century, the army training center near Grafenwoehr was a tank and artilliary range. I sure hope the cracker-box barracks we had have been improved.

I was stationed farther south in Goeppingen, between Stuttgart and Ulm, ins Der schwarze Wald.

Anyway, back here in the land of round doorknobs, a nice date is "bazaar shopping." My invitation is kind of a trap. First I let her pick, usually some flea market or mega-garage-sale. Afterwards, we hit a gun show. If she wrinkles her nose or argues FOR gun control, I ditch her and let her walk home.

Just kidding, but there's usually no subsequent date, ha ha ha.

Originally Posted by Chase

Hey, Handsome Smiley! Ha ha ha, your name suggests you're a chick magnet. My name says the opposite. I have to chase 'em.

When I was stationed in Germany in the middle of the last century, the army training center near Grafenwoehr was a tank and artilliary range. I sure hope the cracker-box barracks we had have been improved.

I was stationed farther south in Goeppingen, between Stuttgart and Ulm, ins Der schwarze Wald.

Anyway, back here in the land of round doorknobs, a nice date is "bazaar shopping." My invitation is kind of a trap. First I let her pick, usually some flea market or mega-garage-sale. Afterwards, we hit a gun show. If she wrinkles her nose or argues FOR gun control, I ditch her and let her walk home.

Just kidding, but there's usually no subsequent date, ha ha ha.