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Red five, standing by.
Posted by: Just Some Guy | October 26, 2011 at 08:19 AM
Yeah, don't you hate when that happens?
Of course his last words to his friends were probably the equivalent of "hold my beer and watch this!"
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | October 26, 2011 at 08:33 AM
um, there was no mention of the donkey's gender. nttawwt but wouldn't that lend an even more bizarre tint to the guys story?
Posted by: rickh | October 26, 2011 at 08:35 AM
I do not know what this guy was drinking but I am sure I do not want to drink any of it.
Posted by: oldfatguy | October 26, 2011 at 09:15 AM
good gravy. LOOOOOOOZER.
Posted by: queensbee | October 26, 2011 at 09:19 AM
I've heard of being desperate for a piece of of of
Never mind, I'm not going there.
Posted by: fivver | October 26, 2011 at 09:31 AM
I believe that's legal here in Florida, no? We're such a progressive state! Makes me want to move to Zimbabwe ... wait, maybe not.
Posted by: ubetcha | October 26, 2011 at 09:32 AM
First of all, WAY TO GO fivver for taking the high road. Secondly, it's good to see Jeff Meyerson back from vacation. As for this guy, is he trying to say he picked a donkey out of a room full of hookers? Somebody needs to see an eye doctor. And a Psychiatrist.
Posted by: nursecindy | October 26, 2011 at 09:39 AM
All he knows is she claimed to be a sweet ass.
Posted by: Steve | October 26, 2011 at 09:48 AM
Sad world. People are nutty.
Posted by: Theresa | October 26, 2011 at 09:49 AM
Matthew Broderick is his role model.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | October 26, 2011 at 10:00 AM
I don't know but that donkey does have lovely eyes.
Posted by: WVplantman | October 26, 2011 at 10:25 AM
“I had hired a prostitute and paid US$20 for the service at Down Town night club and I don’t know how she then became a donkey.”
Must have been really close to closing time.
Posted by: Emmett Flatus | October 26, 2011 at 10:49 AM
He was told to go somewhere else to make an ass of himself, and he did.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | October 26, 2011 at 11:44 AM
He was heard to say that he didn't like it so much, and received the retort, "No wonder. You picked the ugliest one!"
Posted by: Curtis E Flush | October 26, 2011 at 12:06 PM
He was so drunk...
***How drunk was he?
He said he wanted a hooker he could ride all night and got a hoofer he could ride all night instead.
BaDump
Posted by: Loudmouth | October 26, 2011 at 02:33 PM
Eyore? Say it isn't so?
Posted by: funny man | October 26, 2011 at 02:56 PM
A new army captain was assigned to a remote post and noticed a donkey hitched to a tent.
He asked the sergeant why the donkey was there. "Well, sir, sometimes the men have urges." About a month later, the captain started having a real problem with his own urges, so he asked the sergeant to bring him the donkey, and had wild, insane sex with it. When he was done, he asked the sergeant, "Is that how the men do it?"
"Uh, no sir," the sergeant replied. "They usually just ride the donkey into town where the girls are."
Posted by: Ralph | October 26, 2011 at 04:37 PM
Maybe he thought he was Kinky Kelly from Clerks II
Posted by: Marc | October 26, 2011 at 07:59 PM
The first thing I thought of when I saw this story was Don Quixote and the windmills. I'm getting too cultured.
Posted by: Elon | October 27, 2011 at 02:13 AM