I do believe I shall baste all my meals in beer and then grill them outdoors from now on.
Did I mention I love having someone to cook for? It's a freaking Leave It To Beaver episode around here lately.
Did I mention I love having someone to cook for? It's a freaking Leave It To Beaver episode around here lately.
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Mid June, 2003. I lend a friend, Brad, $260. Soon after, he turns psycho and decides he's not my friend any more. Won't return my calls. I chalk it up as a loss.
Mid April, 2005. I hear through mutual friends that he's bragging about how he tricked me out of $260, and how I'm a big dumbass. That's not going to slide. I call his mom, who happens to love me, and get his current number. I finally get ahold of him, and be agrees to meet me at Taco Loco at 9pm on Memorial Day to pay me back. Because of all days, that's the one when I won't be at a barbecue.
Fuckin' dick.
"I'll be there with my friends," he says, which could either mean he thinks the people who work there are his friends, or I'm walking right into the middle of a group of guys who intend to kick my ass. In typical Brad fashion, however, I show up and am handed a wad of 5's & 10's by his fourth fiance in the last two years, whom he apparently met on the internet in January.
I felt like a royal turd for leaving early, and thought an explanation was in order.