On Friday, I went to a party. Well actually I went to the end of a party... Long story, but basically I didn't get a ride until 1-ish so... yeah: end of a party. However, there was still a sufficient amount of beer and spirits to be consumed by myself, so I can't really complain. There was also a sufficient amount of people, one of whom was my friend HockeyStar.
There's not a lot of great stories from that night, except to tell you that I - quite literally - pulled a fat chick off of HockeyStar. I made him buy me cigarettes, as a cover, but really I just wanted to make sure that he wouldn't stick his drunk tool in her lard-hole. I'm a good guy, honestly.
Anyways, cut to an hour-or-so later, and we find our anti-hero (Optimus Prime) standing outside conversing with two rather attractive and friendly ladies. One drops mention of a fat chick, and I proceed to tell them the story of how I pulled FatChick off of HockeyStar, and was met by many laughs - the kind that precede dickings. The best part, though, was when I turned around at that moment to find none other than FatChick standing just behind me:
FatChick: "You're a terrible person."
OptimusPrime: "That's her!"
The hot girls laughed more, and I guess the fat one got the point and complained to some guy who pretended to care.
FIN
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