Hey, at least when you go down, you go down in flames. Well done.
So, I'm in NY with my future employee's yesterday on a meet and greet. We outlast the faggots of the office, and the real party people continue to hit it up late night. So we come about a bar called the "High Bar" at least in my state I think that's what it's called.
So Tara Reid is their with like 899 people who collectively suck her ass I'm sure. We'll, I saunter up to the bar to get a drink and she's standing like 4 inches away from me (protip:Just as hot as she looks in the movies) and I proceed to offer to buy here a drink. Here is how this goes;
Biff "Hey, Can I buy you a drink?"
TR "Uh, no, I'm fucking rich you, holla" < Truth just as typed
Biff "I see, so you wanna fuck a poor guy or what?"
TR "You are a fucking faggot"
Biff "Then why would I ask you to have coitus with me?"
TR "Fuck it, Jerome, get this motherfucking faggot away from me"
Jerome "I suggest you move bitch"
Biff moved.
I shot, I failed.... But at least it was at an awesome level.
No fear of failure my friend, that is the key.
Respect +1. Still, you should have told her you had blow.
Your employee has a yesterday? Lucky guy.
Touche sir, however I will not fix my spelling errors in the hope I advance to Ironplant level fame.
<3 Jerome.
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