Shit – shoot me
Friday, December 4th, 2009I have a friend who is 37, pushing about 300 lbs, and missing a tooth or two. She calls me and tells me she slept with some loser from the bar the other night, who couldn’t find her clit with a google map cause he’s 26. She then proceeds to complain how (and I quote), “he has never even bought me a drink in the two times we’ve talked at the bar”.
