When I was still single, me and a buddy were at a New Years Eve party and this below average looking woman about our age walked by. I said I give her a 6. What? A six? No way. More like a 3 at best.
6 beers man. 6 beers!

We had a pilot working with the police air wing.

He was single, and used to tell us how he picks girls from the bar.

He used to rate them by the number of beers he drinks before asking them out.

One day I walked into the pilots room and there was horrendous laughter.

It transpired that the reason was they are are having bets on him.

He told them that he met a girl he rated 2 beers - previously it was always in 2 digits.

The boys had bets that he would marry her.

He did!

They raised a family and are living happy ever since.

She is a lovely girl, and I used to give her all sorts of hassle about the way they met.

We used to use the 0-8 Budweiser scale.



That's the number of Clydesdales it would take to pull her off your face.

Then theres the one about that well dressed man about town who showed up with this skank at a big wig party + announced that he was engaged. He said,when I met her in the bar I gave her a kiss,nothing.I felt her tits,nothing. I reached between her legs;boys have you ever had a horse eat oats out of your hand?

Still a skank, but a good one nonetheless.