The anti-texting beer glass...

MalicE

MalicE

Party time! Excellent!
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I don't know what to make of this. Good concept, but they didn't really think this one through.

At least it'll help thin out the iPhone plague :D
 
So if you happen to be the clumsy type who spills someone's drink, then you now not only have the spilled drink to worry about, but their ruined phone as well.
 
MissileToe said:
So if you happen to be the clumsy type who spills someone's drink, then you now not only have the spilled drink to worry about, but their ruined phone as well.
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that too. and I don't know if they drink their beer warm in Brazil, but my draughts usually come Ice cold and makes it's own little puddle
 
I don't think this will work, and here's why:

He's been charming all night. She smiles, stroking her long blond hair, making subtle, but firm eye contact. Her green eyes barely visible through all the cigarette smoke in the bar. She laughs again at a shitty joke he makes, placing her hand on his leg. Please, body, don't send all my blood down there now, he thinks to himself. Not now. Wait until later, until she comes over to my house.

The conversation falls quiet. The time is now; it just feels right. "Can I have you phone number?" he asks with a smile on his face, trying to hide the fear that suddenly flooded his whole body. Her eyes locks onto his, her hand moves from his leg to her cell phone, and she smiles. Her smile tells an R rated story of a night he surely will not forget. "Sure", she answers.

He can't look away. Her eyes are enchanting, showing a story of blossoming love and passion. He never even looked up to where is phone was laying...

The beer came down with a thundering crash. Beer spilled everywhere. A scream came from the blond beauty sitting next to him. Her jeans covered in beer, she jump up, gives him a scolding glare, and slaps the last hope of reconciliation out of him.

Dejected, he just stares at the fallen Offline Glass laying on the table.
 
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DieGrootH@mmer said:
I don't think this will work, and here's why:

He's been charming all night. She smiles, stroking her long blond hair, making subtle, but firm eye contact. Her green eyes barely visible through all the cigarette smoke in the bar. She laughs again at a shitty joke he makes, placing her hand on his leg. Please, body, don't send all my blood down there now, he thinks to himself. Not now. Wait until later, until she comes over to my house.

The conversation falls quiet. The time is now; it just feels right. "Can I have you phone number?" he asks with a smile on his face, trying to hide the fear that suddenly flooded his whole body. Her eyes locks onto his, her hand moves from his leg to her cell phone, and she smiles. Her smile tells an R rated story of a night he surely will not forget. "Sure", she answers.

He can't look away. Her eyes are enchanting, showing a story of blossoming love and passion. He never even looked up to where is phone was laying...

The beer came down with a thundering crash. Beer spilled everywhere. A scream came from the blond beauty sitting next to him. Her jeans covered in beer, she jump up, gives him a scolding glare, and slaps the last hope of reconciliation out of him.

Dejected, he just stares at the fallen Offline Glass laying on the table.
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I'm so turned on right now....
That's from 50 shades right... right?
 
DieGrootH@mmer said:
I don't think this will work, and here's why:

He's been charming all night. She smiles, stroking her long blond hair, making subtle, but firm eye contact. Her green eyes barely visible through all the cigarette smoke in the bar. She laughs again at a shitty joke he makes, placing her hand on his leg. Please, body, don't send all my blood down there now, he thinks to himself. Not now. Wait until later, until she comes over to my house.

The conversation falls quiet. The time is now; it just feels right. "Can I have you phone number?" he asks with a smile on his face, trying to hide the fear that suddenly flooded his whole body. Her eyes locks onto his, her hand moves from his leg to her cell phone, and she smiles. Her smile tells an R rated story of a night he surely will not forget. "Sure", she answers.

He can't look away. Her eyes are enchanting, showing a story of blossoming love and passion. He never even looked up to where is phone was laying...

The beer came down with a thundering crash. Beer spilled everywhere. A scream came from the blond beauty sitting next to him. Her jeans covered in beer, she jump up, gives him a scolding glare, and slaps the last hope of reconciliation out of him.

Dejected, he just stares at the fallen Offline Glass laying on the table.
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Still a better love story than twilight
 
DieGrootH@mmer said:
I don't think this will work, and here's why:

He's been charming all night. She smiles, stroking her long blond hair, making subtle, but firm eye contact. Her green eyes barely visible through all the cigarette smoke in the bar. She laughs again at a shitty joke he makes, placing her hand on his leg. Please, body, don't send all my blood down there now, he thinks to himself. Not now. Wait until later, until she comes over to my house.

The conversation falls quiet. The time is now; it just feels right. "Can I have you phone number?" he asks with a smile on his face, trying to hide the fear that suddenly flooded his whole body. Her eyes locks onto his, her hand moves from his leg to her cell phone, and she smiles. Her smile tells an R rated story of a night he surely will not forget. "Sure", she answers.

He can't look away. Her eyes are enchanting, showing a story of blossoming love and passion. He never even looked up to where is phone was laying...

The beer came down with a thundering crash. Beer spilled everywhere. A scream came from the blond beauty sitting next to him. Her jeans covered in beer, she jump up, gives him a scolding glare, and slaps the last hope of reconciliation out of him.

Dejected, he just stares at the fallen Offline Glass laying on the table.
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It's a gamekiller all right.
 
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