When I walked in, there were three teenage girls (all were pregnant) and they were sitting on the couch watching Jerry Springer.

I called him back at 6am, woke him up, and told him he was acting like a little girl.

They both notice a beautiful girl sitting at the bar and one brother goes up to her and asks.

Boys and Girls....

(The one printed over an old-style sepia tone photo of a little girl on a swing really got my goat.... um, manipulate much?)

I'll channel Michael Quarles as well.It's kind of like asking a girl out on a date.

If you want to ride with the big boys (and girls) it may be exponentially more expensive.

I few things I do:-as a girl, I wear a nice-fitting golf shirt, pants, and running shoes (in case I need to run...seriously)-I go Saturday or Sundays during the day-stand at a 45 degree angle from the door, so if they see you through the window, you don't look intimidating. 

My husband had to wear a hazmat suit and shovel them out.Then, there were the two little girls who hit their bedroom door knob into the wall, drew a target around the hole and filled the wall cavity with all sorts of "treasures" (dolls, donuts, nickels, tree leaves, candy, crayons, playing cards, etc.).

I had the option to get my money back, but I paid the girl and moved on.