1991, gf and I are visiting Broken Bow Reservoir in the very SE corner of Oklahoma. (Stunning place BTW! Seriously.)
Me: “What in the world are all those tiny blue tents?”
GF: “Roosters for cockfighting.”
Me: “They still do that?!”
Later that night, outside our cabin.
Me: “What is that noise?!”
GF: “Roosters.”
Same trip, we hit a convenience store to inquire about an ATM. I’m watching the girls behind the counter point and laugh at her. I could SEE her turning red before she storms out the door.
“What the fuck was that about?”
“I explained that I use this card to withdraw money from a bank machine and they laughed at me!”
Poor gf. Imagine being genius-level IQ and growing up in Oklahoma.
Another funny thing about that trip; Two broke college kids only needed to scrouge $100 for gas all the way across state, food, 2 nights in a private cabin and a day’s boat rental. $238 in 2025. Imagine that.
Anyway, felt like telling a story.
Wait until he learns what cock magic is.
There was a TV program that made an episode on this. The two protagonists used two tactics to win a penis fight
