Wednesday, February 15th, 2006
7:16 pm
Hey slovenly guy at the end of the bar who keeps winking at me and staring at my ass so hard that I can feel my jeans staring to spontaneously combust at the seams.... heres the deal. I don't like dudes that much. Consequently very few make it past the first few minutes of conversation and even fewer actually get to know my name. There's a 1 percent that I actually find attractive or interesting and your not that guy in fact I pretty much loath even the thought of men like you. So move the hell outta the way cause your blocking my view of the hot chick behind you and your impeding her setting her DD cleavage on the bar so I can give her free beer. Thus enabling me to later get her number....that you didn't get because your a lecherous male with no self control.(your mouth was hanging open at times while you were staring)
True I do have an unlimited supply of free beer to give to her, a stash of cash I make sure to count strategically when she's staring at me to give the impression Im loaded and lots of interesting clothing items that she would "love to try on for me" but even on my worst day Im sure Id come across allot better than you on your best. Your breath was stinky and you smelled like hippie BO. You annoyed us both for a really long time...please don't come to the bar again and try and cock block me I hate that...fucking with the bartender will get you nowhere...oh and I guess you didn't notice in your delusional state that I "liked" you so much that I over charged you for every beer! Cheers bitch!
Current Mood: loved
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