I think 4 years ago. Friday night drunk downtown. I settled for the fat chick and took her home.
She got up early the next morning. In my hazy half-waken hangover, me lying in bed and her walking out, I said "I should probably get your name and number"
For some reason I thought 1) I should be a gentleman, and 2) I thought asking for her name and number was gentleman-like.
She did have some juicy tits though.
She got up early the next morning. In my hazy half-waken hangover, me lying in bed and her walking out, I said "I should probably get your name and number"
For some reason I thought 1) I should be a gentleman, and 2) I thought asking for her name and number was gentleman-like.
She did have some juicy tits though.
“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”