You know, I actually thought of putting "besides my mom when I was born." That's funny. But no, dude, this is a far more tragic tale, and I'm not even joking. Lemme tell it here:
So one time when I lived back home about two years ago, I had to take a shower at my girlfriend's house. That's 'cause we lived in different cities. Anywayz, this story isn't going where you think, so stop getting all worked up. So I was all doin my thang and showerin and all of the sudden I see this flash of light through the clearish wavy plastic door. I looked out the shower and what did I see? My girlfriend's drunk brother taking a picture of me. And of course he starts busting up like he's the funniest thing you ever saw in your life. And I'm all, "Dude, you perv, get outta here!" And so he left, and I was pretty sure he'd only been messin' around, 'cause that boy gots jokes, as they say on the streets. So I never really thought about it again. Anyway I soon forgot about it. Until a few months after I moved here and I get this phone call from this girl. And she's sobbing. She had left her camera at my ex's house, and that's the one stupid drunk John Jolley had found and taken the picture with to be funny. Anywayz, so let me tell you a little 411 on this girl. She had once confided in me that she was thinking maybe she was a lesbian. For serious. And the poor chica was really struggling hard to overcome her antipathy for men. So now she calls me up and she's all, "[crying] Why would you do that? I can't believe you would be a part of that[sniffing]!" And I'm feeling rotten inside 'cause I didn't even know that it had really happened or I would have stopped it, and she's all, "You don't even know what kind of damage you've done." And there seemed to be no way to help the poor inconsolable girl. And I never saw her again after that. So I didn't say it was a good or happy story, but it is a story. Oh, and also, it didn't make ME feel so great, either, that she cried, instead of like, me changing her back or something. Anywayz, she goes to Rick's now, and I hear she's actually doing pretty all right, notwithstanding the fact of having seen a blurry picture of me in the shower. Later on, foos.
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You know, I actually thought of putting "besides my mom when I was born." That's funny. But no, dude, this is a far more tragic tale, and I'm not even joking. Lemme tell it here:
So one time when I lived back home about two years ago, I had to take a shower at my girlfriend's house. That's 'cause we lived in different cities. Anywayz, this story isn't going where you think, so stop getting all worked up. So I was all doin my thang and showerin and all of the sudden I see this flash of light through the clearish wavy plastic door. I looked out the shower and what did I see? My girlfriend's drunk brother taking a picture of me. And of course he starts busting up like he's the funniest thing you ever saw in your life. And I'm all, "Dude, you perv, get outta here!" And so he left, and I was pretty sure he'd only been messin' around, 'cause that boy gots jokes, as they say on the streets. So I never really thought about it again. Anyway I soon forgot about it. Until a few months after I moved here and I get this phone call from this girl. And she's sobbing. She had left her camera at my ex's house, and that's the one stupid drunk John Jolley had found and taken the picture with to be funny. Anywayz, so let me tell you a little 411 on this girl. She had once confided in me that she was thinking maybe she was a lesbian. For serious. And the poor chica was really struggling hard to overcome her antipathy for men. So now she calls me up and she's all, "[crying] Why would you do that? I can't believe you would be a part of that[sniffing]!" And I'm feeling rotten inside 'cause I didn't even know that it had really happened or I would have stopped it, and she's all, "You don't even know what kind of damage you've done." And there seemed to be no way to help the poor inconsolable girl. And I never saw her again after that. So I didn't say it was a good or happy story, but it is a story. Oh, and also, it didn't make ME feel so great, either, that she cried, instead of like, me changing her back or something. Anywayz, she goes to Rick's now, and I hear she's actually doing pretty all right, notwithstanding the fact of having seen a blurry picture of me in the shower. Later on, foos.
Well, MJ, I think you totally asked for that. I don't think any of us is a better person for it. Thanks a lot:)
This is a nice confession. ^_^
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