What a long string of bummers work has been lately.
Today I was kissed on the hand by the dude I buy Puffy Hot Cheetos from at the liquor store up the street from my house. I’ve known him for years it seems, and its kind of strange. He’s not a bad guy in the least, but then again, we don’t know much about each other. He’s never bugged me about buying drinks though, which is pretty cool (and ironic, since it is a liquor store after all. . .). So anyway, I walk in, I’m surprised he’s there (since normally its some other creep) and he walks out from behind the counter and shakes my hand. Only he kisses it instead B:’
Me: Dude Mike, what the hell was that all about?
Mike: I thought about doing it before but I was afraid you were going to slap me BUT YOU DIDN’T SO I’M GUNNA KEEP TRYING.
He’s been with me through . .oh what is it, Alan, Hans, Fernando and now John? Four guys now? @_@; It makes me feel kind of like a jerk. And also kind of slutty. I guess there’s really no point to this.
You just have irrestible fingers!