I forgot to document this
On friday night (8/11) I went to Subway with the usual gang of idiots at 1am. We waited in a long ass line to get food. i made the solumn promise of eating 2 footloongs (gratuitous gay joke) at once. so as im wondering what im gonna order some HUUUGE black guy wanders in selling incents. he's offering left and right, finally he peers into the back of the room/space/whatever the fuck the back of a subway store is called and lays his bag down and STARTS TO HIT ON THE HOT ASIAN CHICK. this is an actual conversation that took place:
dumbass incents guy: hey baby, can i have your number?
hot asian chick: no
dig: aww why not?
honestly why the fuck would you hit on a high maintenace chick when you dont even have a checking account? it makes no sense. it made me and the other four people i was with laugh, but aside from that there was no gain for the guy (who might as well be bob marley with diabetes and no dreadlocks) walk away in shame.
im doin mad overtime at work and im tired...but not tired enough to drink my bottle of rum while i listen to music and indulge in my inner geekdom. in the past week ive written 2 "poems" and a short story. ive gotten off that occasional writer's block i get.
day 2 of 13 consecuative days at work done. woooooo and all that money is goin into funds for my new shock which my fine piece of japanese engeneering needs right now.
(if i mispelled anything, blame it on the rum)
dumbass incents guy: hey baby, can i have your number?
hot asian chick: no
dig: aww why not?
honestly why the fuck would you hit on a high maintenace chick when you dont even have a checking account? it makes no sense. it made me and the other four people i was with laugh, but aside from that there was no gain for the guy (who might as well be bob marley with diabetes and no dreadlocks) walk away in shame.
im doin mad overtime at work and im tired...but not tired enough to drink my bottle of rum while i listen to music and indulge in my inner geekdom. in the past week ive written 2 "poems" and a short story. ive gotten off that occasional writer's block i get.
day 2 of 13 consecuative days at work done. woooooo and all that money is goin into funds for my new shock which my fine piece of japanese engeneering needs right now.
(if i mispelled anything, blame it on the rum)