Cancel my subscription to the resurrection, send my credentials to the house of detention.
November 5, 2002must get phone numbers instead of aim names
November 6, 2002In these series of updates, im going to explain to you llama ass bitches that don’t know how to pick up chicks at a bar. Cuz toad don’t play.
Tonight i was strolling into young ave deli, just as i do every night that im fucking drunk and high. As i was walking in i made eye contact with this beautiful girl in a while shirt. I’m like “okay, i make eye contact with a lot of chicks, lets go drink”. I see her again at the bar. Then she asks that fatal question.
“hey you’re toad right?”
I freeze, scan the brain for any kind of mention of this girl’s face. Nothing comes up. I try to desperately cling to it.
“OMG! i havn’t see you in forever”
“Where do you remember me from?”
*silence*
*drinks beer*
“umm you know, that place with umm…that guy we know each other from”
It doesn’t work out. I finally get busted out and she says she knows me from this shitty blog of a site. I apoligize for the complete crap this site has turned into, she agrees, we exchange aim names….
I go and buy more beer, come home, sign on aim, unpause the elton john and fall asleep…