courtesy of Professor Tull
im sitting there pounding gin/grapefruits (from now on - yellow shits), this chick comes up to me with a "hey, im doing scavenger hunt and i need to get a cigarette from a stranger" so i give her a cigarette, and she returns back with a blonde blue eyed (but not that pretty girl) which she introduces to me as "hey, this is maria, her husband is downstairs" then she heads off to steal a business card off of someone, and me and maria chat for a bit, pound a few shots, thumb wrestle, turns out she lives like 3 blocks away from me. anyway she goes back downstairs, katya brings us a round of shots on the house, so i haul maria back up, we talk some more, she gives me a hug and goes back downstairs, and THEN the realization hits me again
i needed to do my laundry
and you know what, sir? i succeeded
and in case you are wondering the point of the story was to prove that sometimes i actually do do it
im sitting there pounding gin/grapefruits (from now on - yellow shits), this chick comes up to me with a "hey, im doing scavenger hunt and i need to get a cigarette from a stranger" so i give her a cigarette, and she returns back with a blonde blue eyed (but not that pretty girl) which she introduces to me as "hey, this is maria, her husband is downstairs" then she heads off to steal a business card off of someone, and me and maria chat for a bit, pound a few shots, thumb wrestle, turns out she lives like 3 blocks away from me. anyway she goes back downstairs, katya brings us a round of shots on the house, so i haul maria back up, we talk some more, she gives me a hug and goes back downstairs, and THEN the realization hits me again
i needed to do my laundry
and you know what, sir? i succeeded
and in case you are wondering the point of the story was to prove that sometimes i actually do do it
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