well, I still am paying for it
Met this girl in a club at the end of last year, who, and I'll be honest now, was a bit of a charity case, and seeing as though I was beer goggled up at the time, I figured I'd go along with it and see where it ended up. Well, it ended up her coming to my place for a night of uncomfortable sex and bantry. I awoke the next morning to find this creature spreadeagled in my bed, and without a moments pause, gathered my clothes and woke her up, with her under the impression that I had a meeting to get to. That'll be the end of that, I thought.
A week later, said monster arrives in the same club again, only this time with a gaggle of equally horrifying entities. She latched onto my arm and exclaimed for the whole club to hear, "This Is My BOYFRIEND" at which time I shook her off and explained my feelings (one nighter, won't be happening again). Later in the night one of her friends rolls up to me, sits down, and proceeds in telling me that my monster is in fact 100% certifiable, and has been living in a psych ward for the best part of 5 years.
Now it seems that I have gained myself a stalker out of this whole thing, and my mates are always sure to remind me that yes, I am a dragon slayer.
Now if that's not an excuse to lay off of alcohol, I don't know what is
( Dazz - In Your Base, Killing Your Dudes since, Fri 20 Jan 2006, 3:48, Reply)