Every once in a while something gets me going... and I write about it. It's very seldom though.









Living electronically; vicariously through your goddamn Sidekick…



As part of my sanity method (I get stir crazy and need “air”) I’m a bouncer; well, part time… at a sports-bar. Of course, with the job come the delightful memories of all the dumb drunk fuckers puking in trashcans, screwing in the parking lot, walking out on tabs, and whatever else these folks do. While I sit here and toss them in front of the bus, I admit to sometimes being one of them… but that’s another story.



In this particular event I paid special attention to how ******* dependant our culture is, or has become, on technology. What was once the need to feel socially accepted has turned into the need to be “connected”. No longer do people give a rats ass how many numbers they can get at a bar, how many girls they can finger in the lounge, or how many free drinks they can score; they want to have the satisfaction of having a little electro-gadget buzzing off every 2 seconds. Let’s get back on topic….



Rather early in the night for the ‘real’ crowd to show up, (Saturday nights get a late start…) a few people had made their way into the bar and were playing darts. One of them happened to be a mid 20’s, 5’6” (or so) Brunette, with skin like Jessica Alba, and legs like Beyonce’ who was sporting a stunning (odd, I know) sweater dress that was curve fitting and just short enough to keep everyone on their toes. She was ******* gorgeous. She was with other chicks, and a few dicks, but was obviously the ‘Hollywood’ of the bunch. Well – one thing got to me more than anything. Her THUMBS. Not oversized, protruding from her back or green in color; but constantly banging on her goddamn Sidekick like she was Sarah Jessica Parker writing a column for Sex in The City. It was pathetic. Such a beautiful specimen so encapsulated by “LOL”, “OMG”, “TTYL” and whatever else that she putted around the bar constantly, head down, typing like there was no tomorrow. This girl could take anything she wants, from anyone. Hell I don’t know, she may do that anyway but that’s not the spirit of this story! What is so important; what cannot wait? What is so goddamn pending that you actually have to ignore the human race and make love to a phone? Am I jealous? No. Well, maybe… But serious. This is just an example of how driven we are by the thought of living everywhere, connected with everyone, all the time. I think the worst part was that she stayed apart from the group – not connected with them, but to whomever it was she was texting. Sad sad world… Man would I have liked to be that phone.







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I get a call once a day and when I hear the phone go off I want to throw it down a sewer drain.

I enjoy having the convenience.. you know, a phone at the ready. But some people make me believe they would explode if they were ever to become without it! Poor girl... her vagina probably had 'qwerty' tattooed above it.

If you know how to type you can get down her pants? Thats good news!

I should have snapped a pic of her. She was easily (realistically) a 7/10.



I'd stick my tongue so far up her ass it would push corn out her ears. https://www.nopistons.com/forums/pub...IR#>/smile.gif

Double bonus if she's hot enough all you need is a bowl and butter and you have yourself a (better tasting) snack!

Here babe, tilt your head over this bowl. Thanks!

You'll be happy to know that every night I work we have a contest for phone numbers. And we like to make bets a lot. But such is the life of a bartender, there are still some out there that are connected to the world. (And they're a lot easier to get into bed!!)



- Hand

I also noticed that people no longer watch the crowd, they are all looking down typing.

You used to see some douche with his hand around the phone trying to talk and listen, now they can just type away.

great thread it is completely true.