I was at a bar last night to visit my friend Nikki, the bartender. The place was pretty empty. It was me and my friend Tara, Nikki behind the bar, and a girl with these amazing tattos on her back talking to Nikki at the bar. As soon as we got there, though, the place started to fill up and Nikki got busy, so Tara and I started talking to the giirl with the tattoos, thinking she was a friend of Nikki's. She told us that she just moved to NY and she didn't have much money and she had been spending her nights at the Port Authority or wherever else she could stay for the night. And it sounded awful, so I told her she could crash at my place. She took my number and left and thanked me, telling me she'd call me later.
As soon as Nikki had a free minute I told her that her friend may be crashing with me for a while and Nikki said, "Who? HER? I don't know her. She's a fuckin' freak! She's been here all day."
Shows you what a judge of character I am.
She hasn't called, though. I'll tell you if she does. What do I do? Do I let her stay? I mean, freak or not, she's still alone in NYC.
As soon as Nikki had a free minute I told her that her friend may be crashing with me for a while and Nikki said, "Who? HER? I don't know her. She's a fuckin' freak! She's been here all day."
Shows you what a judge of character I am.
She hasn't called, though. I'll tell you if she does. What do I do? Do I let her stay? I mean, freak or not, she's still alone in NYC.
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I can't wait to read your answers to those questions...they're crazy, but fun!