...was horrible. It was with a (pardon the term) fat gurl in the library downtown. Her lip was hairy and her arms were strong. I want to cry about it every time I think of it, but I can't cry cause that'd make more of a girl than I was for kissing a mustachioed person.
Ok, you may be wondering why a young
(e:enknot) was making out in the library downtown, well the short answer is I love my brother. He was hookin' up with my girl's friend and I was running interferance. Ahh, yeessss. I was trained young as a wing man, and in fires hotter than your crotch after an Artfest weekend during a condom shortage. Ok that last bit didn't make much sense.
All the same, the girl was kinda nice. She went for the bait and her friend got diddled by my brosuf in the same library somewhere else. Sadly I feel like everything that I've done with a girl the first time was horrible or disastrous this was just the first of many bad moves.
I'm uh, I'm going to work now.
It's only funny in jokes
No eyebrows either, apparently.
It is an understatement to note that your chronicling of this event (hairy lip, strong arms) turned my mood from "terminally pissed off" to something more resembling normal. Thanks, man. Feel kinda like I owe you one.