Old School Sunday Strikes Again

We get our first drinks and we see the girl. But it's a guy. In a dress. At the 97% black K107 Jams Old School Sunday night. We called him over and started talking to him. Turns out he's making a website about his journey to America. We exchange aim names and url's, buy him a Jack and Coke and then he disappeared.

We finally leave at god knows what hour and I take Chad's car keys so he can't drive. I can't figure out how to move his seat forward so i'm barely able to touch the peddles. I woke up this morning with a empty beer bottle in my bed.

Comments are closed.