Short, coked-up, greasy-haired loser leaving Tango Sur

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Chicago IL

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"Cmoncmoncmoncmon!" you snapped at my wife, as she was trying to let you leave the restaurant. You were emboldened by the coke in your veins and the fact that you were with two of your (taller) boys. You shouldn't let those things enable your douchery. It won't protect you. I wanted her to have a nice night, so I let you scamper away quickly. If I see you in the street, I will impress upon you the dangers of acting like that. You friends will read this, and they will know who I'm talking about, and they'll chuckle and mutter, "Yep, nailed it."

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