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Originally Posted by cyclone3483
So I was in a bar in Strathmore a few years back and this group of 30 cross-dressers and transvestities come in.
They all got ridiculously drunk and danced their asses off all night, but by the end of the last set (around 1am or so) they were out of control.
So this guy on stage is doing a lame a$$ attempt at a solo during "Funky Music" and all of a sudden a couple of the tranvestites jump on stage and put their hands down the front of his pants!
He seemed to be really into it until one of them spoke, in a very manly voice. He called it off at that point.
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LMAO. Well done!
Actually, one time I had a gig playing New Years in Drumheller (I know, I know...woot woot...
) and didn't realize some dood was totally hitting on me.
I thought he was staff at the venue and simply was noticing when my drink was empty and getting me another. I had no idea the guy was paying for them. Its not like he was approaching during breaks or anything, just kept refilling my drink religiously during sets.
So eventually before the nights out he strikes up a normal conversation but then tries to put his hands on me. FINALLY I CLUE THE EFF IN!!! So I stopped him and explained I wasn't into doods...at all.
Buddy tries to start a fight, but my band jumped in and he was ejected.
Really weird, and really akward. Not easy being a straight male who plays sax I guess. My girlfriend loves cashing in on the over-developed face/mouth muscles though...