
I met this gem a couple semesters ago at school when he was a guest of one of my friends at a party. He was one of those guys who is really attractive on the surface, but his style and looks only hide the fact that he is an undesirable weirdo, but drunk me couldn’t tell the difference. For some reason he spoke just like Spicoli from Fast Times at Ridgemont High (he said it was because he is from the west coast, except he was from Arizona), and he spent an hour telling me all about how he might go to jail for identity theft. At one point he left the party, only to return in a really short t-shirt, no underwear, and his pants falling down. Y’know, so that everyone could admire his coin slot and happy trail. Classy. He was a real life parody, and kept saying stupid embarrassing things, it was like banging that Jesse Camp. As the night went on, he started to forget my name and I started to sober up and become disgusted by him, so I kicked him out of my place and had to hide out when he kept coming back to knock on my door and asking my roommates where I was. The next day his friends said that he ended up passing out in his car, which got towed while he was sleeping in it.
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If there was a crumb on the table and you cut it in half, would you have two crumbs or two halves of a crumb?
So, we’ve gone from terrible banging decisions, to terrible dating decisions, to just plain annoying people you’ve encountered? In a few months, mom will be so desperate for content that an entry will be made in which a girl complains about a male dog peeing on her rug.
