hey dudes, what’s going on? I promised I would get on here awhile ago and here I am with some stories to tell. Just to put this out there, I don’t have the glossary vocabulary down, so try to work with me, ok?
Alright, so my friends and I were out last weekend enjoying another near 80 degree day when someone had the great idea of buying some 40’s and chill out on our balcony. Next thing we know we’re calling out to some girls on the street and asking them if they want to join us, with a ‘what are ya’ll up to? Come have a beer’. They look at each other, look at us and next thing we know they ask what apt number we live in so they can come up. And just so you know, we just had a party the day before so our place had shit all over the damn place. So I tell my friends to do some last minute cleaning while I go down to get them and stall a bit. I race down the stairs and try to slow down just before I get in their view, but I stumble a bit and I see them chuckle it off. So I open the door with a bad joke -wasn’t meant to be bad, just was- “so, do guys fall all over themselves for you ladies all the time?”. It was just corny enough to get a nice set of smiles. So I get them upstairs, and our place is still a fucking pig sty, man. I mean, these dudes just took out some beers and sat them out as they made sure they got a good seat on the couch. Damn it!
Needless to say, the girls left after a quick beer. Though I still yell at my friends ‘fumbling’ (did I get that right?), they still say they didnt and the otcome was gonna happen anyway w or w/o them cleaning. Luckily, I did get one of the chicks number and will call her and let ya’ll know how that works out.
Oh well, 1 story down, many more to go, fellas.
Goldielocks
