Another time...
...when me and a lass were on a break because, basically, she was a psychotic little fat cow. (she actually blew a guy the same night she met him, aged about 14) Soon after that, on my birthday I might add, I got off with some girl at a party. Good times.

Next day I talk to her on MSN; truncated, somewhat readable version of convo follows.

Me: Say, so you know a [name]?
Her: I think so, [description of features]?
Me: Yeah, that's her.
Her: Kinda, she goes to my school.
Me: Really?
Her: Yeah, I don't get along with her much.
Me: Oh...
Her: Considering she's such a bitch and a slut and I got in a fight with her last week and I hate her so fucking much and...

Cue cringing. She got in touch with me recently to try sell me tickets to a crappy local punk gig. I politely declined, although I should've just called her a fucking spunk monkey.
( Iki I think my camel is dead., Thu 21 Jul 2005, 22:32, Reply)