Below are some glimpses into the life of the un-gentalman.

These stupid little stories are based on the lives of some guys I knew. Their identities shall remain annonymous.

The un-gentalman is at a club with a cute young Polish girl. A woman approaches them.

"Would you like anything to drink?" she asks.

"I'll have a Molson," the un-gentalman replies.

Moments later, the woman returns with a Molson.

"That will be four dollars," she says.

The un-gentalman turns to his Polish girl.

"Do you have four dollars?" he asks.






The un-gentalman takes a woman home to his dirty apartment.

"You want somethin to drink?" he asks.

"Sure." she responds.

The un-gentalman opens his fridge and pulls out a half empty 40 of Steel Reserve. He then grabs a pair of McDonnalds plastic cups from the sink and distributes the contents of the 40 equally between the two.

"Um...thanks." is all the woman can think to say as he hands her her drink.




The un-gentalman is walking through Wal-Mart when he notices one of the employees bent over tying her shoe.

"What a nice ass." he says to himself.

The un-gentalman approaches to within a few feet of the Wal-Mart employee to look at her ass. The employee looks up and notices him there.

"Can I help you?" she asks.

At this the un-gentalman responds, "Do you like HRA?"

"HRA?" She seems confused.

"Yeah, HRA, it means Hot Rear Action. Do you like to take it in the Browneye? It's a legitimate question. Your ass was made for it." The un-gentalman begins to act out ass-humping in a crude theatrical manner.

The Wal-Mart employee gasps in disgust and walks away briskly.

The un-gentalman continues with his shopping.


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