Years ago in a club in London, my mate bet me beers all night to approach the most outstandingly gorgeous girl in the place (long blonde hair, legs that go up to heaven, big front rack, etc)
So as I walk up behind her I cannot think of a single bloody thing to say and tapping her on the shoulder, she turns round.
"Hi!" I stammer
She proceeds to slowly look me up and down and retorts,
"I would have to be, to sleep with you!"
I looked so crest fallen as my jaw hit the deck that she took pity on me and bought me a drink! I then explained the reason I had approached her and so I would win the bet, she wrote her name and number on a piece of paper but, as she passed it over to me she said,
"Call me and I'll cut your balls off!
I went back to my mate and he spent the rest of the night begging me to tell him what my secret was with women. Little did he know and I never told him what really happened...
