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.
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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.
I love it when you blog and you act as if it's so profound it's worth all of our time to debate.
Hmm...funny you should say that. I was thinking the exact same thing when I read this thread.
Cheer up, Bruce.
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.
This could go on all day you know...
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.
Oh, Casey.
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