Me-- .... So I don't know... I mean, I just don't get it. It's like here, take my number, but don't ever call me? Sheeesh. Whatever!!! It's not like you get a three day remorse period after handing out your phone number. This isn't a car purchase dummy!!! That's it, the weddings off. Men are crazy. CRAZY I say. **Disclaimer... there was never a wedding... that was my sick attempt at humor!**
Her-- .... Umm... you remember that thing called dating? You did it about a decade and a half ago?
Me-- Yeah?
Her-- Welcome back. This is dating. enjoy.
Me-- Whaaaaaa???? That's stupid. I hate dating. Gimme the Xanax.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Okay. Obviously the Xanax is
A: Not a high enough dose or
B: It's not working, so
Let me hook you up with my dealer (uugghh, I mean Dr.) and we can definitely get you something stronger. HEE HEE HEE!
I had fun that night even though you did suffer from a mild chain saw moment near the end. Jerry and Jerry. What a geriatric BLAST!! LMBO
Post a Comment