damn.
Well, technically I was cock blocked by her possibly older and most definitely uglier friend that told her it was time to go home. Shit. Oh well, at least I had a chance to rub my hand on her thigh while staring at her tits.

Oh yea, and I am a bit drunk.

Goofnight han

 

Yo... My Apexi muffler is too fat for the sway bar to fit. I took the muffler off to install the sway bar. I plan to cut the muffler on the pipe end and have a 2.5" extension welded to extend the muffler towards the back of the car.

If it's a good idea, how much should I pay at-most to a muffler shop to have it done. It's gotta get done tomorrow.

Sorry for the whore.

 

A+ on composition Chef A++ on delivery :lmao:

 

Sober Version:

Last night I decided to hit one of my local bars, St. Stephen's Green, to see what drunk tail would meander in for a night cap. First I met an asian chick and a mexican chick named Emily and Miriam respectively. I was chatting away with Miriam for a bit when two things killed the conversation; her blatent admittance that she was mixing hard liquor, wine, and champagne which made her stomach "dance", and my neighbor Elycia shooting me a SMS message to hang out. Because a chick puking on my shoes would not have made my night, I finished my beer and headed back to my place to meet up with Elycia, but she is nowhere to be found. Slightly discouraged and feeling that I had been played, I decided to sulk softly in my apartment, and began to compose yet another emo thread.

But I said fuck it and headed back to the bar, because it's only a block away. The bartender joked that I was back so soon, and Emily and Miriam had found a group of traditional douchbaggery to take care of them. A group of three older women walks in, and I make the obligatory comment to one of them as she orders. Nothing happens for a short minute, then she comes and sits next to me. I find out her name is Donna and we chat about our lives for a bit. She tells me that she is a professor and educator, and I tell her that I play with numbers by day and try to save the world by night. We are late night conversating, I move to her table, and we are getting all touchy-feely. One of her drunk friends, whose name escapes me but I will call Rachel, tells me that Donna is a good woman. Donna giggles and acts all shy, so I tell her it's cute when she giggles. Donna asks me what my story is, I tell her that I am single, and ask her if she thought that I was cute. She says yes, and I can taste the milf action as I am rubbing on her leg and staring at her not-so-sagging breasts. Then it happens.

"It's time to leave" says her friend Anne, the older and most sober of the three.

"What about Rachel?" says Donna, in reference to the third friend who is half collapsing on another bar patron

"Don't worry about her" says Anne, "we will leave the door unlocked for her."

And then the night was over.

 

should have punched anne in the cooter bone

 

drunk version was shorter.

 

Am I the only one that doesn't see pics? h:

 

I wouldn't want to see the pictures.

 

What was I thinking? :rofl:


Maybe i'm drunk too. h:

 

My guess is you actually struck out with a cougar that had a sensible friend with her. Alcohol distorts your perception of events