Somebody said AMMO:IS, and I said add A314

Field Reports & Anecdotal Experience Men's Pheromone Advice & Field Reports
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I’m going to my favorite spot this p.m. to watch the NCAA Championship game.

Days back, someone said try AMMO and IS, and I said add ONE drop of A314. WheeeeeeeeewYou! :stuck_out_tongue:

Two days ago, whenever VCU played, I followed the leader! Two sprays of AMMO (1 to each side of the neck), 2 sprays of IS (1 to the back of the neck, and 1 shared by the top of hands, and 1 drop of A314 shared by the wrists.

I walk in, and head for my corner of the bar. I see this lady sitting in a booth, face LIGHT UP like a Christmas tree! One of the biggest smiles I’ve seen in years! Never seen her before in my life! I mean she sits up, her mouth drops open, her Mona Lisa was as bright as the sunshine, and she says, “HI!” I almost pooped my pants! That’s how bright it was! I say, “HI!” with just as much enthusiasm, as I pass and head for my seat.

I did not turn around. Watched VCU lose, ate my ribs, and enjoyed my setting. My favorite bartender did not make roll call! Dammit!

The manager comes out again, and says, “WE TAKE CARE OF THE M TO THE M.” The two female bartenders would not leave me alone, so I got over the initial shock of MISS HI!, and went to war! Every time one would come and ask, “ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” I responded with, “I’M FINE, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” in which, they started laughing after the third time. I don’t like BOSS MAN attention, but I know it comes with the territory … A314? :o

So MISS HI and her man gets up to leave. I had to peep to see if I knew her, or if she even had a nice set of toilet grippers (booty). Her man leaves out first, and looks back over the booth, right into my eyes! Busted! Now get this, I know him from the gym, and he’s this town’s big time chiropractor! He shoots me a hello with a chin up greeting. I give him a BIG SURPRISE smile and a hello. Ewww! I know he has thoughts of IF I’VE DONE HER running through his brain, 'cause he wasn’t smiling when he greeted me, and her smile was one of ‘IT’S SANTA’ or ‘THE BEST LOVER I’VE EVER HAD, AND HAVEN’T SEEN HIM IN YEARS!’ You know I was shocked at her HAPPY HELLO, if I didn’t check to see who she was sitting with! :o

The manager, a slim 40-something male, stood by me, made his run, and each time he came back, he’d say, “WAS EVERYTHING OK?” or something to that nature.

I’ve said all that to say … I’m going back to watch the game this evening, and I’m wearing the same mix again. :smiley: Wish me luck, as for my FAVORITE bartender clocking in!

GO BUTLER!

GO M&M~!

To be continued …

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Ammo, IS, and A314 is my regular combo and I find it works wonders on men and women. I also noted if I am the one cracking jokes and having fun then it kinda helps kill that “boss” and or “serious” vibe A314 gives.

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M&M is the man with the Master plan :slight_smile:. Besides Memphis has better ribs but OK…

Loved the report

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I always ENJOY reading your posts/reports

I want BUTLER to WIN tooooo!!! :wink:

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Well! Well!

What the hellllll!?

Honestly, I don’t know what the hell to think! I made one addition to the mix … ONE spray of TUTH (5 mcg) to the chest under my t-shirt.

I can’t even say if the mix was a success, BUT! I do KNOW that I have never seen so many women tuck their shirts in!! :open_mouth:

My favorite 'tender was working … and she was the first to tuck her shirt in, even though she had on one of those short elastic-type knit shirts on, that couldn’t be tucked in!

Anyway, I walk in, and she goes, “HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? I THOUGHT YOU ONLY CAME WHEN YOUR TEAM WAS PLAYING?”

“SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU THOUGHT!?” was my reply, which caused her to display her Mona Lisa!

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU LATELY.”

“I WAS HERE THE OTHER NIGHT. I HEARD YOU WERE IN THE BAHAMS!” Jokingly.

“NO, I WASN’T ON VACATION,” smiling.

The manager comes over … late 30s, lovely toilet grippers! I’ve seen her a lot, and always managed to peep the lower cheeks! SWEET AND SOUR SAUCE, PAHLEASE! She has always spoken, but this time, her hand is on MY shoulder! DON’T MAKE ME WHIP IT OUT, MOMMA!

“SIGN THIS! HURRY!”

WHAT IS IT?

“IT’S FOR THE GAME! PICK THE TOTAL AMOUNT OF POINTS, AND WHO YOU THINK WILL WIN.”

The M to the MOFO M, goes into gambling mode! I wanted Butler to win, but I took UCON + 127 points. Someone comes in right after me, and he goes lower … BUTLER + 125. SONAMABISCUIT! :angry:

Now the manger goes into tucking her shirt in mode. Does a nice job … the hand goes deep into the back of her pants! Niiiiiiiice! :smiley:

My sit at the other corner of the bar is taken, daHmit! So, to the other corner I go. My favorites questions me for my name. I serve it with “YOU SHOULD ALREADY KNOW IT. SOME KIND OF BARTENDER YOU’VE TURNED OUT TO BE.” She laughs, shares a “I’M SORRY.”

“SURE YOU ARE. I CAN TELL BY THE TEARS RUNNING DOWN YOUR FACE.”

I the mirror, I see the hottest of the crew standing one seat over to my right. She’s standing, watching tv, looking at me, watching tv, looking at me. She does this for a good 2 minutes. “DON’T YOU DARE, YOU HOT YOUNGIN!” I say to myself. She kept an eye on my all night. She was holding one of the waitresses baby, and I say to her, “YOU KNOW THOSE ARE CONTAGIOUS.” She says, **“NO, I’M ONLY 19, I DON’T WANT ONE YET.” ****“BACK OFF, CHESTER!” **I say to myself.

About 15 minutes later, this tall, dark-haired, thick on the chunky side, walks in, sits down, and chats with a couple of the waitresses. She gets up, goes to the salad bar, comes back, and BOOYOW! She goes into shirt tucking mode. What the hell is going on!?!? Should I stand, and go to tucking? Hell to the nawh!

I do up my ribs, mash-shid potatoes, and grilled zucchini, and top it off with two scoops of vanilla, lovingly covered by some delicious caramel! Yummy dammit! Yummy!

My favorite comes over to wash glasses. I doing my best not to get cleavage-tized, so I’m looking at the tv real hard. She starts talking to me, so I have to look down at her, and her cleavage is waving at me and sticking its tongue out teasing me. I hope none of the ladies reads this far, but I got harder than the inner cushion of a bullet proof vest!!! Help! I meant … water! I drunk two glasses of coldness to cool off my heatedness! :o

The game is over, and I won two large beer mugs, two small hand-basket balls, and a 10 dollar gift certificate.

I walk out with my little basket of winnings saying, “MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY!!”

“HAPPY NEW YEARS!” says the young 19-year-hottie.

“SEE YOU LATER!” says the manager and my favorite.

Now for the mix. Was it responsible for SHIRT TUCKING NIGHT? How in the hell do you expect me to know!? My name AIN’T Steve, or Rad, or Flower, or … you get my point.

What did the mix do? Damn if I know! BUT! I do know, I will be wearing it again and again and again! :cool:

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They were worried about excess radiation from Japan!

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What a terrible game that turned out to be.

I’m wondering about the shirt tucking too though…is that a good or a bad thing?

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The Shirt Tucking could be Preening… Meaning to Clean Up Ones Appearance to make it More Attractive…

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WHATEVER it was … it was a first for me. I’ve never noted ladies tucking their shirts in like that. SQUANGE, but true. :wink:

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Not to be off topic but that game was sloppy to begin with

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That’s what real PRESSURE does to people. :wink: