Suave Is Too My Middle Name

So. A beautiful Greek goddess thinly disguised as a Minnesotan just walked into my bar. Me being me (which is my excuse for everything), I walked up to her and said, “Hi, my name’s Hulles. I want you to buy me a drink, come home with me and sex me down, then clean my bathroom.”

She looked me up and down, smiled coyly, and said, “Pick one.”

Just my luck! At least I got a drink out of the deal.


Knowing Hulles, I’ll warrant this story is not fiction but is actually quite true. I once witnessed him approach a table of women and say, “if any of you fish need a bicycle, I’ll be right at the bar” ‚Äî or something along those lines.

How about sharing your own humorous pick-up tales?