Score One For...There was about eight of us sitting in the garage smoking shisha, when a friend brings over this chick who has a crush on my roomie. He denies being interested and says it wouldn't be a good idea anyway. Irregardless he turns into a self-promoting ***** everytime she's around. I don't mind too much as it's pretty normal, except that yesterday he'd been exceptionally difficult to get along with. We were messing around and he decided to drop a small piece of coal on his arm and let it sit for a moment. After the coal ran out my little burn had been insufficient to remove all doubt in who had the most "balls", so I now have an inch-long, black sear in my arm in the shape of a key. Score one for male intelligence.
EntrepGuy 22-25, M 3 Responses 0 Apr 29, 2009