Confounded Accusations

saturday i went out to the bar with this Jessica, well first we got sushi which was way good then we went to the comic store which was OK, then we hit the bar. I got way, way shitface. The kind of shitfaced that leaves you laying on the couch watching wrestling, both American and Mexican all the next day. That's fine. I didn't work and my folks had Zelly. I came up with this money pick up line though. Well, not a PUL as much as a way to continue the conversation once a little bit of it has been started. Dig, i start chit-chatting, which i suck at then, ok here's the kicker, I ask if i can look in her purse. I did it three times and didn't get turned down once. I also asked if i could keep something from each chicks bag, here's what i got, a green hair tie, a token good for a free scoop of ice cream and a Clear Channel ink pen, the chick works for Clear Channel, which sucks but still.. She had a pin that said Sleepy Brown which i hells of wanted but she wouldn't give it to me.. I shoulda just taken it. What's she gonna do beat me up? Maybe, prolly, i was pretty drunk and she'd just shown up... Oh, i have a cold. Sucks to be me.. well, it's ok cause everything is sort of in a weird haze of sorts, like I'm on 'ludes, which i've never been but been told it feels like being kind of dopey and tired and shit.....



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