At a bar.
Before I arrived.
For a landscape worker.
Who works for one of my best friends.
Who doesn't speak English.
And neither does she.
No, they don't speak the same language.
He came to the bar on a bicycle.
They both left together ON the bicycle.
I found out when I almost ran them over in the parking lot.
Should I be impressed at his game-running abilities, relieved that I didn't have to spend time with a bitch who would stand me up to get a bike ride home to some anonymous dude's basement apartment so she can get banged out while not having any idea what he's saying (better yet, if she's that easy... why couldn't I get in the draws BEFORE a fucking date?), or annoyed that I'm not getting laid tonight?
What are you doing in on a Friday night?
Before I arrived.
For a landscape worker.
Who works for one of my best friends.
Who doesn't speak English.
And neither does she.
No, they don't speak the same language.
He came to the bar on a bicycle.
They both left together ON the bicycle.
I found out when I almost ran them over in the parking lot.
Should I be impressed at his game-running abilities, relieved that I didn't have to spend time with a bitch who would stand me up to get a bike ride home to some anonymous dude's basement apartment so she can get banged out while not having any idea what he's saying (better yet, if she's that easy... why couldn't I get in the draws BEFORE a fucking date?), or annoyed that I'm not getting laid tonight?
What are you doing in on a Friday night?