OK, so this is how it goes...
I am sleeping.....
Saterday, 3am.....
A girl, with a southern accent, which I have never seen before, shows up in my bedroom. This could be the beginning of a sexy story but instead all she does is look at me and goes "where's the sugar?" then walks away. So, in my dark house I sit up in bed wearing nothing but my underwear, and try and figure what exactly the flying fuck is going on. On goes my purple and yellow plaid pajama pants, I'm on my feet, and on to inspect the wierd ass in my dwelling. As I walk into the dining room I realize that there is another one of them in my kitchen opening and closing all of the cabinet doors. Next, I turn my head to look for a clue, and all I see is F_A_U_S_T, whom I live with, sitting up on the couch, just starting to wake, looking back at me like WHAT THE FUCK?!?! So, I turn to the closest one and go "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" These two southern wierd asses proceed to try and communicate, and I realizy they are so boozed out of thier minds that they can hardly speak. The only thing I can understand is that they came for the sugar, and really like the M&Ms they found in the living room and are at that moment throwing all over my house. So, like this is something I should be accepting, walk over to where I keep the sugar, hand them three packets, and then sit down and watch them act like drunken fools.
This continued for a while and eventually a friend of my comes in and says, "Hey guys. This is my ex-girl friend, you know the one that I broke up with because she told me she had to go see if she still had feelings for a guy in cleveland."
Oh, now things are better!
Before they finally left and took the sugar they coveted so, which I never found out what was for, several things happened. They both, for seemingly no reason, pulled out their boobs, they turned the thermostat up to 82 degrees, and laid on top of F_A_U_S_Ts plant. Oh, and when we asked her to get off the plant she got all pissed at us, like we were being rude and pushy.
Finally rest and locked doors.
None of this is fabricated, I am not kidding. Moral of the story, never trust a southerner. (Although they will pull out their boobs for no reason.) Latra.
I am sleeping.....
Saterday, 3am.....
A girl, with a southern accent, which I have never seen before, shows up in my bedroom. This could be the beginning of a sexy story but instead all she does is look at me and goes "where's the sugar?" then walks away. So, in my dark house I sit up in bed wearing nothing but my underwear, and try and figure what exactly the flying fuck is going on. On goes my purple and yellow plaid pajama pants, I'm on my feet, and on to inspect the wierd ass in my dwelling. As I walk into the dining room I realize that there is another one of them in my kitchen opening and closing all of the cabinet doors. Next, I turn my head to look for a clue, and all I see is F_A_U_S_T, whom I live with, sitting up on the couch, just starting to wake, looking back at me like WHAT THE FUCK?!?! So, I turn to the closest one and go "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" These two southern wierd asses proceed to try and communicate, and I realizy they are so boozed out of thier minds that they can hardly speak. The only thing I can understand is that they came for the sugar, and really like the M&Ms they found in the living room and are at that moment throwing all over my house. So, like this is something I should be accepting, walk over to where I keep the sugar, hand them three packets, and then sit down and watch them act like drunken fools.
This continued for a while and eventually a friend of my comes in and says, "Hey guys. This is my ex-girl friend, you know the one that I broke up with because she told me she had to go see if she still had feelings for a guy in cleveland."
Oh, now things are better!
Before they finally left and took the sugar they coveted so, which I never found out what was for, several things happened. They both, for seemingly no reason, pulled out their boobs, they turned the thermostat up to 82 degrees, and laid on top of F_A_U_S_Ts plant. Oh, and when we asked her to get off the plant she got all pissed at us, like we were being rude and pushy.
Finally rest and locked doors.
None of this is fabricated, I am not kidding. Moral of the story, never trust a southerner. (Although they will pull out their boobs for no reason.) Latra.
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