fumblinglust's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stairwell F-U-N-N So I was coming back from class today and this guy stopped me on the stairs. Here is our "conversation": Him: "Eh, yo! You know where Justin in 407 is?" Me: "I don't know a Justin, sorry" Him: "You look familiar. Were you at that "Going Away" for Jesus party last week with Tim and Justin?" Me: "Nope, sorry" Him: "You don't know Jesus and Tim and Justin?" Me: "No, sorry" Him: "You know, Jesus with the beard and the long hair, he kinda looks like Jesus." Me: "No" (Turns to walk up stairs) Him: "DON'T LIE TO ME!" Me: "Dude! I have no idea who you are talking about!" Him: (Notices my tattoo) "Eh, that's a bomb ass tattoo. Did Justin buy it for you?" Me: "Grrr!!" (Runs up stairs) Him: (Yelling) "Hey! There's no need to be asshamed! Strippers make good money!" Crackheads are F-U-N-N! 5:54 p.m. - 2002-04-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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