Archive for July, 2018

I’m Def­i­nite­ly Call­ing Her Again.

20-some­thing guy #1, in pub: So how’d it go?
20-some­thing guy #2: How’d what go?
20-some­thing guy #1: With that girl you pulled on Sat­ur­day?
20-some­thing guy #2: Oh. Well at first it went well, went back to her place, she start­ed suck­ing me off.
20-some­thing guy #1: Nice.
20-some­thing guy #2: Yeah. Un­til I passed out drunk and she got pissed off and bit my dick to wake me up.

Leam­ing­ton Spa

Over­heard by: Bleep

Much Like My Soul!

Girl on cell: Yeah, so I’m go­ing to tell my mom that he asked me to mar­ry him, and then he died. (pause) Yeah, she’ll prob­a­bly ask if I need any­thing, and that’s when I’ll tell her about the car. (pause) Yeah, I’ll be heart­bro­ken, blah, blah, blah… at least I’ll get a new car out of the deal! (pause) He’s a made-up boyfriend! She’s not go­ing to find out he did­n’t re­al­ly die, be­cause he nev­er re­al­ly ex­ist­ed!

San Mar­cos, Cal­i­for­nia