Trim hunters secret convention

last week i went to a trim hunters secret convention at the paradise. Though the marque said MR.Brownstone ( the universes greatest and drunkest GNR cover band) i knew what was really going on. Lets say the hunters came out of the wood work for this show. There was some serious trim hunting going on, not all of it was good, i can't even say i respect their effort, but i can say i respect their failure.
one man named frank told me i looked just like his ten year old daughter ( i was drinking wearing my cock train head band **note: cock train head band is a good trim catcher) and then after saying that and shaking my hand to formally introduce himself he leaned in to try to lick my ear/ make out with me. oh, by the way this was in front of his wife, and again he just told me i looked like his 10 yr old kid. genius
but frank wasn't the only one on the hunt that night. while minding my own buisness chatting with my friends outside, two dudes came over to talk or somehthing like that. so this dude sidles to me and says " hey, i bet youre into Woody Allen" i was like huh? i guess liking jews and hating myself does throw me near that catagorey. so he repeats himself and im like yeah you got me ( note my huge glasses apparently were the woody tip off wait no) so he proceeds by saying " yeah i took a class in woody allen once at fairfield university, you know connecticut......." first off lets just remind everyone saying you're from our have been to connecticut will never get you any pussy. second, insulting me by thinking i don't know where connecticut is or making it seem exoctic once again equals no trim. he then went on to keep asking me if my glasses were real... needless to say the hunters i was with and i just walked away. sometimes you just gotta know when to walk away
trim or no trim