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19 Aug 2011
Life / Your Polish friends - why do you regard them as such? [41]
I assume you want stories about my Polish friends in California Seanus. Well one of my friends at University, whose mother is from Poland, came from the San Jose area, which has a large Polish population, he has long since moved back up there, but when he was here he used to do a funny character, named "Skully" or something, in which he would get his mouth really dry so that he could stick his lips up above and below his teeth and then he would bite a lit cigarette and try to inhale it, which was of course impossible, but hilarious. There is another Polish-American I know from the frisbee golf course who I wouldn't call a friend as he is a bit of a pill, but I saw him in a nightclub once and he told the girls I was hitting on that I am an "Olympic athlete" which I appreciated because I did end up banging one of them and perhaps his testament to my athletic prowess helped in that endeavor. As for Poles from Poland I recently met one through a mutual friend and he had an immense amout of cocaine. Our mutual friend, who is of Mexican and Finnish ancestry, told the Pole that I am a Polish-American and the Pole looked at me and said "oh really? let's do some lines." He proceeded to pour out, and chop up, two gargantuan lines of cocaine, but one of them was just ridiculously huge, and then, handing me the straw, he looked my in the eye and said "Pick one." I took up the straw and I inhaled that ridiculously huge line in one gasp much to the amazement of the other people watching, some of whom expected me to be felled by a heart attack. The Pole then smiled at me and said "You are truly Polish."
I assume you want stories about my Polish friends in California Seanus. Well one of my friends at University, whose mother is from Poland, came from the San Jose area, which has a large Polish population, he has long since moved back up there, but when he was here he used to do a funny character, named "Skully" or something, in which he would get his mouth really dry so that he could stick his lips up above and below his teeth and then he would bite a lit cigarette and try to inhale it, which was of course impossible, but hilarious. There is another Polish-American I know from the frisbee golf course who I wouldn't call a friend as he is a bit of a pill, but I saw him in a nightclub once and he told the girls I was hitting on that I am an "Olympic athlete" which I appreciated because I did end up banging one of them and perhaps his testament to my athletic prowess helped in that endeavor. As for Poles from Poland I recently met one through a mutual friend and he had an immense amout of cocaine. Our mutual friend, who is of Mexican and Finnish ancestry, told the Pole that I am a Polish-American and the Pole looked at me and said "oh really? let's do some lines." He proceeded to pour out, and chop up, two gargantuan lines of cocaine, but one of them was just ridiculously huge, and then, handing me the straw, he looked my in the eye and said "Pick one." I took up the straw and I inhaled that ridiculously huge line in one gasp much to the amazement of the other people watching, some of whom expected me to be felled by a heart attack. The Pole then smiled at me and said "You are truly Polish."