...So I went out dancing...
...I met a girl who looked like a miniature version of my friend Kat. She had the same mannerisms and everything. It was as if someone accidentally left Kat in his pocket and she went through the wash and shrank...
...She said they wouldn't let her into the Marines because her knees bent the wrong way. I said, "That's nothing. They wouldn't let me into the Marines just because I'm a coward."...
...There was a man there with so much shrapnel in his face, it looked like he was eating an airplane when it exploded. However, he seemed to be going for the "horrible maiming victim" look, so I'd say he pulled it off quite well...
...There was another girl who looked like a mugger had stolen most of her clothes. Her shirt - well, what there was of it - said, "Bitch." I was a bit confused as to why she would want complete strangers to think that she wasn't a nice person, but I have no doubt of the shirt's veracity, as pretty women's chests almost never lie to me...
...Dani said I should follow her to the diner after the club closed. When the time came, I followed her to a parking lot, where she and her friends piled into a car. As they were about to leave, she reiterated that I should follow them, and I smacked my forehead and said, "Oh! You think I have a car!" As I walked back to the PATH station, I thought that I must have been in New York too long not to have thought of that. When I got to the station, a woman asked, "Do you change at Journal Square for the 33rd Street train?" I told her quite frankly, "No, I don't." Then I thought for a moment or two and said, "Oh! If you want to get to 33rd Street, that's what you should do, yeah," and I remembered that I'm an idiot no matter where I live...
And they lived happily ever after. The End.
...I met a girl who looked like a miniature version of my friend Kat. She had the same mannerisms and everything. It was as if someone accidentally left Kat in his pocket and she went through the wash and shrank...
...She said they wouldn't let her into the Marines because her knees bent the wrong way. I said, "That's nothing. They wouldn't let me into the Marines just because I'm a coward."...
...There was a man there with so much shrapnel in his face, it looked like he was eating an airplane when it exploded. However, he seemed to be going for the "horrible maiming victim" look, so I'd say he pulled it off quite well...
...There was another girl who looked like a mugger had stolen most of her clothes. Her shirt - well, what there was of it - said, "Bitch." I was a bit confused as to why she would want complete strangers to think that she wasn't a nice person, but I have no doubt of the shirt's veracity, as pretty women's chests almost never lie to me...
...Dani said I should follow her to the diner after the club closed. When the time came, I followed her to a parking lot, where she and her friends piled into a car. As they were about to leave, she reiterated that I should follow them, and I smacked my forehead and said, "Oh! You think I have a car!" As I walked back to the PATH station, I thought that I must have been in New York too long not to have thought of that. When I got to the station, a woman asked, "Do you change at Journal Square for the 33rd Street train?" I told her quite frankly, "No, I don't." Then I thought for a moment or two and said, "Oh! If you want to get to 33rd Street, that's what you should do, yeah," and I remembered that I'm an idiot no matter where I live...
And they lived happily ever after. The End.
it was great dancing with you hon!! We need to chill more often!!