i said to my reflection, lets get out of this place....
So lately or maybe I'm just admitting it, I've been making stories for people I see on the street, walking by or driving by. Yesterday we went to Powell's books and I posted up in front of the window facing the street. I would take breaks from reading and look out the window and just make a story about whoever the victim that happen to be passing my line of vision. Some people didn't need a story, like the girls who had just gotten a horrible fake tan. EW
But there were a couple that were my favorite. The youngish guy that was walking down the street with a west highland white terrier. His name was Ethan and he was walking his girlfriends dog while she was at a sorority retreat. He hates walking the dog because it makes him feel like less of a man. Best part, his girlfriend isn't at a sorority retreat at all. She is spending the weekend with Greg, hes a epsilion kappa omega. Greg doesn't know about Ethan and Ethan definitely doesn't know about Greg otherwise that little yapper would still be in her apartment where he would eventually relieve himself all over her kitchen, livingroom, and those really cute maddens she just bought and hadn't even worn yet. Don't worry Ethan will find out about it, when he is helping her with her laundry. You see Kelly (thats the girlfriend's name) comes over to Ethan's house to do laundry because she hates going to the laundry mat. Anyway, while hes helping her with the weekend's dirty clothes he comes across Greg's underwear. What the FUCK was Kelly doing with guys underwear. "NO THEY'RE NOT MINE!" he tells her, "I ONLY WEAR BOXER BRIEFS!" Oh and good thing that Greg's mom still buys his, well pretty much everything, and writes his name on his underwear. "Shit." mumbles Kelly. What really sucks is her white were in the washer, Ethan pulled them out before he kicked her out.
Man, wish I could be there when that happens.
Ok maybe I went a little far with Greg's mom writing his name on his underwear. But hey it might happen. I mean hes a douche from a frat. His mom has to buy all his crap.
But there were a couple that were my favorite. The youngish guy that was walking down the street with a west highland white terrier. His name was Ethan and he was walking his girlfriends dog while she was at a sorority retreat. He hates walking the dog because it makes him feel like less of a man. Best part, his girlfriend isn't at a sorority retreat at all. She is spending the weekend with Greg, hes a epsilion kappa omega. Greg doesn't know about Ethan and Ethan definitely doesn't know about Greg otherwise that little yapper would still be in her apartment where he would eventually relieve himself all over her kitchen, livingroom, and those really cute maddens she just bought and hadn't even worn yet. Don't worry Ethan will find out about it, when he is helping her with her laundry. You see Kelly (thats the girlfriend's name) comes over to Ethan's house to do laundry because she hates going to the laundry mat. Anyway, while hes helping her with the weekend's dirty clothes he comes across Greg's underwear. What the FUCK was Kelly doing with guys underwear. "NO THEY'RE NOT MINE!" he tells her, "I ONLY WEAR BOXER BRIEFS!" Oh and good thing that Greg's mom still buys his, well pretty much everything, and writes his name on his underwear. "Shit." mumbles Kelly. What really sucks is her white were in the washer, Ethan pulled them out before he kicked her out.
Man, wish I could be there when that happens.
Ok maybe I went a little far with Greg's mom writing his name on his underwear. But hey it might happen. I mean hes a douche from a frat. His mom has to buy all his crap.