whoa
By angelz wings
Thers a guy right in front of me, I wonder if he knows. I can't take my eyes off of him. He's got a buger in his nose! All I know is, hes trying to spit game. Has he heard his self lately? His lines are pretty lame. He says"are both your parents pilots?" "cause you seem pretty fly." All i want to do, is wave this dork goodbye! His teeth completely rotten, His shirt halfway torn. One thing I know, this guy will never make porn! I don't want to be mean, so I don't look him in the eye. I might just burst, maybe make him cry. Has he looked in the mirror? apparently not! Otherwise he would know. he isn't very hot. I chuckle to myself, wanting to burst in laughter. Obviuosly, to this guy, looks do not matter! Help me someone! bail me out. Theres an awful stench here. he just opened his mouth. "excuse me"he says. I just let out a fart. Not quite impressive, not quite smart. Boy this guy is weird, I whisper to myself. He needs some direction. He needs a little help. I try to slip away, I have things to do. So I politely say, "I can't talk to you." He sighs in his breath, I take a step back, As I walk away, I hand him a tick tack! Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 12:03 PM PST 0 • 14
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