Random Thoughts, the Sequel

If you saw her, Irish, you'd understand. My god, you'd understand. I may have effed that one up the other day. I need a wingman. My normal drinking buddy is useless in that regard.

 

Since I live in a state where the bars close 30 minutes after the presses start running, drinking out on the town is nearly impossible.

 

I see. You need friends or a girl, my boy.

 

I miss looking forward to laughing at Sanjaya tomorrow night, I really do.

 

Life can suck giant donkey balls at times.

 

For socially inept people such as myself, that's a luxury, not the norm.

 

How is he useless? Getting more girls than you, hence the absence of the wing in wingman?

 

You are not socially inept. Jesus, I know a certain chick who was all over you.

 

After living in a town where most of the women resembled light-skinned versions of the "Grimace" character from the McDonald's gang, I now live in a town where there are nice-looking women. It's pleasant. I don't know anyone yet but co-workers, though.

 

She was too busy opening doors, mate.

 

Useless in that he's afraid of girls. The other day this snake eyes chick was in the middle of a group of three sitting at the bar. The outside two never went to the bathroom. I needed someone to take out the bogies, but he's not the man for the job.

 

Not the one I was talking about, buddy.