Friday, February 13, 2009

Someone beat me up last night and their name was "whisky"

Four $1 beers, two shots of whiskey and one sex toy catalog make you a popular girl at the bar. I probably won't be going back to the Florida Room any time soon or calling the guy I ended up making out with like he was the last man on earth. Smooth.
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  1. KlarinkaFebruary 13, 2009 at 12:07 PM

    Hey, I'd be all over you in that situation too.

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  2. StefkaFebruary 13, 2009 at 5:56 PM

    I also forget this wonderful piece: mid-makeout the guy stops and says, "uh, I forgot your name. What was it again?"

    I did not tell him my name. You get one chance, buddy.

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