BobCescaIs a girlBirmingham, UKRegistered Userregular
edited March 2010
Happy Birthday for yesterday, Tube.
Hope you had fun celebrations and shenanigans.
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Blake TDo you have enemies then?Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.Registered Userregular
edited March 2010
I was imagining that it was his birthday.
I mean you'd go into town with your friends.
Toasts get made, jokes flow quickly, money didn't flow as fast but it was spent wisely on cheap drinks and other fun and everything was flowing easily and for low prices. Then you meet her in line, she was pretty and you were confident. You ended up buying her a drink, it was way too expsensive but you don't care, you were checking out her arse.
You go back with her to her friends and a couple of yours follow to back you up. You ask her questions she reciprocates, your friends, knowing how this work boldly proclaim you as an artist and you laugh it off. They continue pushing it, telling her about your projects and talking you up. The X-factor is never mentioned, the beetles were. Eventually after more drinks and a small amount of somewhat awkward dancing you two slip out of the bar and walk through a quiet park on the way to find a taxi.
It's the temperature change that does it. It's so cold you have your arm around her while she holds her shoes that she overworked on the dancefloor. It makes you realise with absolute startling clarity how much you had to drink. You can't talk anymore you don't want to. You know any words at this stage will the drawn out longer than a state sanctioned execution. You communicate entirely by smiles now coupled with giving her a firm squeeze around her shoulders signalling your intentions.
It's during one of those squeezes when it starts to move. A slow general push that you know is rapidly going to become something far more serious. You consider you options, and in your condition you can only come up with three. A bin, it's too far away though, the only way you can get there in such a short time is a sprint, and in your condition there is just as much chance you will end on the grass with your vomit getting all over your clothes. You next option is her bag, it's close, it's large and it's close. Your hand starts to move for it until it suddenly stops again. You're broke, you have spent every cent you have buying drinks with ridiculous names with all manner of fruit in them. In there you know there is a twenty. You need that to get home. That bag is important. You go with the only option that seems to make sense at the time.
You eventually look up, your hands now warm with the overflow. You realise you are alone, have no idea where your friends are, have no money to get home and are holding a pretty lady's shoe full of vomit.
Tube, Ricky Martin came out today. He came out on your birthday to try to steal your thunder. Have sex with him to get revenge. He's apparently up for that now
I called that shit years ago.
as did anyone with two eyes and a brain
hell, my dog saw him on tv and was all 'bark bark dude is gay as dicks bark!'
I know but all the girls I used to know adamantly refused to believe me that he was gay. Like they had some secret hope in their little hearts that they'd meet him and he'd want to marry them on the spot or something. Joke's on them, he'd want to marry me on the spot!
As they have done with every attractive gay man ever.
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BusterKNegativity is Boring Cynicism is Cowardice Registered Userregular
edited March 2010
I was a bit disturbed to find out how many posters threaten suicide after being banned
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Hope you had fun celebrations and shenanigans.
I mean you'd go into town with your friends.
Toasts get made, jokes flow quickly, money didn't flow as fast but it was spent wisely on cheap drinks and other fun and everything was flowing easily and for low prices. Then you meet her in line, she was pretty and you were confident. You ended up buying her a drink, it was way too expsensive but you don't care, you were checking out her arse.
You go back with her to her friends and a couple of yours follow to back you up. You ask her questions she reciprocates, your friends, knowing how this work boldly proclaim you as an artist and you laugh it off. They continue pushing it, telling her about your projects and talking you up. The X-factor is never mentioned, the beetles were. Eventually after more drinks and a small amount of somewhat awkward dancing you two slip out of the bar and walk through a quiet park on the way to find a taxi.
It's the temperature change that does it. It's so cold you have your arm around her while she holds her shoes that she overworked on the dancefloor. It makes you realise with absolute startling clarity how much you had to drink. You can't talk anymore you don't want to. You know any words at this stage will the drawn out longer than a state sanctioned execution. You communicate entirely by smiles now coupled with giving her a firm squeeze around her shoulders signalling your intentions.
It's during one of those squeezes when it starts to move. A slow general push that you know is rapidly going to become something far more serious. You consider you options, and in your condition you can only come up with three. A bin, it's too far away though, the only way you can get there in such a short time is a sprint, and in your condition there is just as much chance you will end on the grass with your vomit getting all over your clothes. You next option is her bag, it's close, it's large and it's close. Your hand starts to move for it until it suddenly stops again. You're broke, you have spent every cent you have buying drinks with ridiculous names with all manner of fruit in them. In there you know there is a twenty. You need that to get home. That bag is important. You go with the only option that seems to make sense at the time.
You eventually look up, your hands now warm with the overflow. You realise you are alone, have no idea where your friends are, have no money to get home and are holding a pretty lady's shoe full of vomit.
Satans..... hints.....
STEAM
You woke up in a mosque again, didn't you?
I'm going to have to go on my hands and fucking knees to the fucking embassy again, aren't I?
Goddammit Tubeston if you weren't one of my best agents I'd have you shining boots in Uzbekistan so fast your head would stop spinning.
When I leave I hear one of my friends say to another "how did he get so good at convincing people not to commit suicide" and the other friend goes
"you ever hear about a site called Penny Arcade?"
I guess that explains the Morrissey prohibition.
but tube
did she do it or not
your reputation is at stake here
Was it anything like that scene in Dirty Harry?
Also, happy birthday.
Happy Birthday anyway, Tube
3DS FC: 4699-5714-8940 Playing Pokemon, add me! Ho, SATAN!
Uh... I came away with the message that he succeeded in stopping her.
As they have done with every attractive gay man ever.
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what
Yeah, I'd like to know who.
not the names
not the leading prevention of suicide