Any thoughts are appreciated. Fuckers have been ubiquitous lately. Just last night I was trying to make headway with two hot Mexican chicks (from Sinaloa, Mexico, is what I gathered), and my wing-man was no good due to his monolingual handicap. Two tools showed up and hung around like barnacles. Barnacles, I tell you. The Mexicanas wanted to go dancing -- wanted some reggaeton. No way in hell was I prepared to go to a wetback club around midnight with two hot Mexican chicks. I value not getting stabbed more than I value the prospect of exotic poon, so I bid them a fine farewell. The cock-blocking tools pissed me off far longer, though.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
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