Nov 8, 2008
Last night, listening to Jodie Watley over long island ice teas at
The 700 Club:
"So how is __________ (mutual female friend, recent divorcee)? "
Friend (rolling his eyes):
"Puh lease. She's in my bed right now, sleeping off whatever she did last night.
"She and ___________ (other female friend, quadriplegic) went out last night."
Friend (more sighing in disgust):
"Yes, indeed. I don't know. They hooked up with some guys up in the quarters.
___________(divorcee) got with some construction worker, said he had a trust fund.
__________got with his friend,said he didn't have a trust fund.
Sometime around one __________(divorcee) said she just had to get up out of there.
Trust fund's dick was too small, and ____________(quadriplegic) was moaning too loud down stairs for her to sleep."
"Yeah, I know. So what you wanna do now?"
Me (shaking my head):
"Um. Let's go home.
I need to just go to bed."
"Yeah, I feel yah."