I got a call at 1:30 this morning from my ex-boyfriend from 9th grade, John. I love it when John calls. He always leaves me the greatest voicemails. Sometimes they're about paying hookers with food. Sometimes they're about snorting cocaine in bathrooms. Sometimes they're about him pissing himself. They're always amusing though... always. I love that we live two totally different lives that only intersect when one of us gets wasted.
3 comments:
Wow! He seems like a keeper! How'd you ever let him go?
What debaucherous activites is John doing now?
This time his voicemail was some rant about being a bartender and getting all the ladies except the one he's going out with who dumped him for dumping her first. I don't know... he wasn't really speaking that clearly.
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