You up for a game of strip Golden Tee?
Terry asked this girl if she would play Golden Tee with him. If he wins she has to take off her top. If *she* wins she gets to "show him the twins"... She politely declined. Without missing a beat, Terry said, "I bet I can finish this beer before you can get that shirt off!"

Terry in his natural environment...
Scoping the place for some "strange".

Ok... here's another one from that night we got ripped and I convinced Terry to talk to my answering machine. I had recently given him a copy of Death From Above 1979's You're A Woman, I'm A Machine. Here's his review...

Terry Ricks on love songs...

Keeper: So what did you think of that DFA CD?

Terry: Pretty damn good.

Keeper: Any favorites?

Terry: I ain't big on all that romance shit, but that song about the "so sexy" bitch in his office [Sexy Results**]... That shit is hot! I don't know a girl anywhere that wouldn't cream herself if a guy said some shit like that to her. She'd be like putty on your dick in nothin' flat. It's about fuckin', but it's kinda romantic at the same time, you know? Telling her she's a sexy bitch and all...


** In case you don't know the song. The lyrics he's referring to are:

Sexy woman come to your office
Sexy woman meet me after work
I wanna show you how I handle business
I wanna show you how I work, work, woooork

My man wants to buy you something
He wants to take you our for dinner and dancing
My friend wants to take you out, then home
Then home... alone

Pretty damned romantic, eh?

Terry told me he was "gonna get some of that" at the bar the other night. He got a beer...

Terry going to check out some "models"

This is from a conversation that Terry and I had over several beers one night...
It was getting funnier and funnier the drunker Terry got, so I decided to call home and have him talk to my answering machine. And he did it!

Terry Ricks on his 'stache

Keeper: Mustaches aren't so much in fashion with men under 40 these days...
But you wear yours proudly. Or should I say defiantly?

Terry Ricks: Nah... the 'stache is just... it gives you a lot of confidence. You know? It's like shaving your balls. When it's time to close the deal, and you know the guy across the table doesn't shave his balls... it just gives you that edge. It's a psychological thing. You know what I mean?

Keeper: [laughing] Really? And what kind of deals are you closing with that thought in mind?

Terry: I don't know. Anything really. It even helps when you're closing the deal with a lady. It's just an edge. You know?

Keeper: Yeah...

Terry: Couple weeks ago I sold this kid a case of shit beer for a 300% profit... You know that guy didn't shave his balls.

Two for one table dances... Terry signals for a "fair catch".

Here are some observations about Terry (in no particular order). Most of them are direct quotes... things he's told me about himself.

10 things you need to know about Terry Ricks

- Terry Ricks drinks cheap beer 'cos more = better, and it all gets you drunk.
- Terry Ricks loves the shit out of a good handjob - with eye contact.
- Terry Ricks stares at women in public, and he doesn't look away when he gets "busted". You know they love it.
- Terry Ricks is not a fuckin' hustler! He's freelance!
- Terry Ricks wears "blue blockers" and he doesn't give a shit what you think, 'cos hindsight is 20/20.
- Terry Ricks is cooler than your boyfriend, and probably better in the sack. Try [him]...
- Terry Ricks doesn't smoke, but he always carries a Zippo for the ladies.
- Terry Ricks thinks most people are full of shit.
- Terry Ricks is responsible for 80% of the porn on the internet, and somebody owes him BIGTIME.
- Terry Ricks is 100% GO!

Terry is a truck driving man

In the beginning there was Terry...

I met Terry Ricks about two years ago. A friend and I thought it would be fun to check out this dive bar on the outskirts of Atlanta (Debbie's Trackside - burned down last Christmas). We figured we'd have a quick beer and check out the locals... we hadn't counted on meeting someone like Terry.

My buddy and I ordered a couple of beers, and sat down at the bar to soak up the "atmosphere". There was a guy at the other end of the bar with a mustache, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, and big "blue blocker" sunglasses. He said his name was Terry Ricks, and he was there "drinking his last paycheck."

So that was that. We struck up a conversation, and a couple of beers turned into one *very* long night...