Friday, December 19, 2008


At parties, I am often approached by drunk friends of friends who know nothing about me other than my name who then nod at me, nod at a girl across the room whom I've never talked to, and say, "I'm gonna get you laid tonight." As far as I can tell, they're almost always single themselves.

Then, when she gathers her coat fifteen minutes later and leaves, they'll shoot me a look from across the room, shrug, and say, "Sorry, man."

It's true!


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