Who here is a Poor Bastard
Apparently such as myself according to my custom title :rolleyes: :lol:
Who knows what I am talking about here? You know, happens to the best of us. First you will meet the girl of your dreams. Next thing you know you are standing in express holding a purse while she is in the dressing room instead of being at the poker game or sitting on ass!
Why do we make these concessions? Where did our compromising abilities go? Back in the pre-Poor Bastard days if the girl got a paper cut the relationship was in jeaporady!
Share your poor bastard story (especially all you married folk :wg: )