Because I want to let my friends and family know that I am not up to anything either. Pedaling and living, taking and giving. Mostly taking.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Over/Under
Him: "So anyway, yeah. I didn't even know the guy! But he kept giving me shit. Just gawking at me, and staring me down every time I went to get a drink. It was bothering me and it was bothering my friends. So finally, I just snapped. I walked up to him and told him, 'Dude, I don't know you, but you gotta cut this shit out. If you don't cut this shit out, you and I are gonna go outside and I'm gonna jack you off. Real good. I'm not kidding, man.' "
His Friend: "Wait, what?"
Him: "I know, I know! I'm never that guy. Dude, let me finish though!
So you know what happened? He heard me. I mean, I screamed it at him. The whole bar heard me. So he turned all red- like beet red- threw his hands in the air and just walked away. Punk bitch."
His Friend: "Fucking hell. UP, dude. Gonna jack him UP! Jesus, man."