Jesus H. Christ...
Ben Wilson waited exactly 6 minutes after the game was over to email me to ask whether he could go to the Joe with us. He didn't show up to rehearsal in January, even though I know he was on the email list and knew about it, he didn't show up to any of the games this semester even though he was at every single one of them, and when I gave him a hard time for never playing, he told me that I was being a crazy bitch and that I had a phone and could call him if he was needed, like he is so good that he deserves an engraved invitation.
You know, we've all been attracted people we shouldn't have, but I really cannot understand what I ever saw in that asshole. I mean really.
You know, we've all been attracted people we shouldn't have, but I really cannot understand what I ever saw in that asshole. I mean really.