Carpe Piem
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- My sister (to somebody's child): and what's your name?
- Child: ball?
- My sister: tell me your name.
- Child: ball?
- And this was hilarious. To me.
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I think I’ve just been settling
‘Cause truthfully I love freckled faces and country boys.
Ergo the combination of traits is like sex on a beach for me.
I mean, I really don’t discriminate but my preference is my preference. Ya dig?
never settle.
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I’m not here to play the bad guy. Your drunk friends want to have drunk adventures? Cool. Go with them.
But don’t expect me to hang around and act like I don’t have work in the a.m. They were gonna take care of our cab and the parking fines and whatever else when they tried to convince me to stay…. Funny how that ended when I asserted that I’m going home.
There are a lot of things I have to do. None of them are “let some drunk guy drag my name through the mud while trying to manipulate you into going home with him.”
Just do we’re clear.
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
