I haven't had a drink in ages. I had five in about two hours tonight. I'm a wee bit drunk.
You know how, when you drink, you go through the James Bond phase? You're charming. You're clever. You're debonair. Then, eventually you sober up enough to realize you were really just Foster Brooks, only not as cute, with a nastier attitude? (Those of you who are young will need to look that up, if you care.)
Well, when trying to chat up those cute 19 year olds, I felt like James Bond. Now, I realize I was Foster Brooks.
Fuck me.
Anyway, at least Blackadder was on when I got home. And now it's Thin Blue Line. Who needs hot young guys when you have BBC-America?
Again, fuck me.
Ah, well. Some day my prince will come.
No Gifts
2 days ago
4 comments:
Yes, someday your prince will come and he will probably fuck you. Feel better now? And 19 year olds? Ew. Do they even have pubic hair yet at that age?
Say "fuck me" one more time and you'll change from Foster Brooks to Linda Blair in "The Exorcist".
Also... umm... you're giving away your age a bit with the Foster Brooks reference. Most 19 year olds probably think it's either a line of fashion sunglasses for 40-something women, or a rehab center in Connecticut. Or both, perhaps.
Hey...I'm younger than Crash (much younger I must say) and I know who Foster Brooks is...maybe we're just not as old as you Palochi...
Okay that was mean...even from me...I'm sorry...you're too cute for me to say something that mean to you...
Cover yourself in syrup and bananas and get yourself to a bear bar. You'll do well.
And you'll be Bananas Foster Brooks. :)
Syrup and bananas?
Wow. And to think all these years I've been trying to impress guys with my intelligence, wit, and the occasional moments I cleaned up fairly well.
Syrup and bananas... hmmm...
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