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Walking out of Quick Trip yesterday I ran into a chick I used to date about 10 years ago. I still can’t remember her name. I think it was Leanne or something like that. But anyway, we exchanged the normal pleasantries, “How have you been? – What are you doing these days?” – yada, yada, yada…
She explained that she lived in a house a few blocks away. “Do you want to go see it?” she asked.
“Do I want to go see your house?”
“No, do you want to go to my house and fu*k?”
Now I found her question to be odd because if I remember correctly, we never fu*ked before. Leanne (or whatever) was one of those girls that just loved giving BJs.
I grabbed her left hand and asked, “Aren’t you married?”
“Yeah, but he’s out of town.”
“He’s one lucky fellar.”
She gave me a look, pulled her hand back and walked away. I was thinking, “Why is this nasty slut looking at me like I’m a dick?”
Seriously.
I met an old mistake, walking down the street today. I didn’t want to be mean about it, but I didn’t have one good word to say.
um….where’s her house?…KIDDING….I’M MARRIED TOO….slut.
Oh… thoughts of Pronto, the intercontinental belts on the line…
So so funny! Laughing the whole time I reading SOB. Can’t wait for more…some crazy shit!!!