Mid-year resolution #1
I honestly can’t recall how many times something like this happened:
INT. – Some house party I’d be too drunk to remember in the morning – 2AM
Mike: [Swaying back and forth. Drunk.] So yeah, do you like want to make out and touch my bird right here? Or do you want to go somewhere more private?
Girl: [Slowly coming to] What? did you just lace my drink wit…
MIKE AND GIRL BEGIN SUCKING EACH OTHER’S TONGUES OUT.
Thing is I and the girl needed to keep our illicit affair a secret because she is dating somebody else other than me–somebody she actually likes. So you know, only a handful of our friends know about our romantic coquetry but other than that, everything was kept and talked about in a furtive manner.
And then, something like this happens:
Distant Friend: “Dude, I have some good news and bad news about you and . Which do you want to hear first?”
Mike: “Um, I don’t know? The bad news?”
Distant Friend: “Well was over at our place last night and she was pretty drunk and she told us everything that happened between you guys.”
Mike: “[Sudden Mass fear] WHAT?! What’s the good news?”
Distant Friend: “She said that you are, easily, the best kisser she’s ever encountered!”
Mike: “Oh well.”
So yeah, I think my first mid-year resolution should be:
Disgusting, I know.
There, there. *pats back*
Slut.
Slut!
VERY mature. Assholes.
Mia has been telling me to visit your blog for the longest time hows it been mikeee? slut!
Nixie! Hey! I’m good but didn’t you hear? I’m a slut! Slut! Seriously people, quit it; the joke died several comments ago.