Dean...starving. decide to get some food. on the way to the beach, we decide, instead, to go grab hungry jacks and then a couple of drinks at the opium den. oh dear god.
action plan: run straight to the bar, grab a drink and sit down.
no talent. but then what do you expect. its star. opium den...whatever.
dean manages to get cruised like 5 times. okay maybe they were fat and ugly, but thats still more than what i got. what i got was a fucked-up straight girl.
"so like yeah... where are you from?"
"adelaide..."
"no really, where were you from originally?"
"adelaide..."
"oh... but from overseas?"
yes dear...adelaide is a foreign country...
"my parents are from singapore"
"oh i grew up in singapore. i spent 2 months there."
okay then...
she was stroking my leg, getting way too personal for my liking...
after two stellas, we felt it was time to leave.
dean makes a run for the door, i stand up and turn around to leave, and i find the girl grinding up against me.
"i really like your build..."
thanks darl, but i don't like yours
"thanks, you are pretty [fucked-up]"
So here's to finding a girlfriend at the opium den...
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BWAHAHAHA! you only think she was a girl...
never again. ever. god.
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