Love lost
Once, I liked a certain blonde haired, blue eyed girl. This was during high school, when my self esteem matched my ability and she was the purtiest thing in the high school. I admired her from afar, fumbled through a "hello" once or twice in the hall, but mainly resigned myself to her never knowing my name.

A friend had an old VW cabrio that I liked to ride in since it made me look cool. Along with us came a guy who I'd known for a long time, but who always seemed to have to compete with me: why, I don't know. We were stopped at a red light and right up next to us drives another convertible with "HER" driving. She said "hi". I said, "hi". She asked where I was going, I said "we were just hanging out." She asked if I wanted to come to her place as she and a few friends were having a party. I said "YES!"

It was at this point that the Mr. Competitive steps in and asks, "are you turning right here?" She, confused, says, "I guess". He then throws his cup full of Sprite all over her and her friend and tells the driver to gun it.

The next time she saw me she hit me. It was a love never to be.
( BrokenCoccyx doesn't mind if you grope on, Wed 18 Apr 2012, 18:01, 1 reply)

the word 'CUNT'
is not strong enough but twats like that, even when capitalised.
(FartThroughAWalkieTalkie wished you were dead in ditch on, Wed 18 Apr 2012, 22:06, closed)