19Feb/08Off
Do’s
Rave about me to the bartender all night. Point to me and say things like, Who is she? Wow she's hot. Do you know her? And the bartender will say, She's taken, dude. Because the bartender? He's my ex, the soul stealer, and you don't know it, but he hates you. He wants to rip off your ball sack, stretch it out and choke you with it. But me? Oh no, not me. When I find out the next day from a nosy friend what you said and who you said it to and what that person subsequently acted like the whole rest of the night (emo), I will want to go back in time and kiss you because you made my week. Possibly even my year.