Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Love Isn't Always On Time



I got rejected on a date last night. Right after it happened a dude walked up with a huge Crave Case from White Castle and opened it up right in my face. I looked at him dead in the eye and said "get that shit out face before I stuff that box up your ass". There is nothing worse than the smell of B.O. burgers while you're evaluating your waning love life. It just doesn't get anymore depressing.

On a brighter note, I got drunk by myself.

7 comments:

R. Falch said...

I'm having some really good collard green slaw with sriracha.

Earlier I had a turkey sandwich on wheat with some great tomatoes and cheddar with spicy mustard.

Casey Brewer said...

I love it when you blog and you act as if it's so profound it's worth all of our time to debate.

R. Falch said...

Hmm...funny you should say that. I was thinking the exact same thing when I read this thread.

Cheer up, Bruce.

Casey Brewer said...

How is a post about white castle b.o. burgers with a creepy illustrated picture of Steve Perry attached come off as an attempt at profoundness?

You've misconstrued context yet again young Falch. Continue grab-assing with snarky sarcasm. Your sorta good at it.

Hugs.

R. Falch said...

This could go on all day you know...

Theresa said...

I've had at least 9 dates that went the same route. Me getting drunk alone at the end, that is. And sometimes in the middle. Which might explain some of the ends. I guess.

minx said...

Oh, Casey.