Today at work right as we were closing several (I think about 8) drunk girls came flying in to use the bathroom. They were loud. They got off a party bus. We thought they just really wanted pizza. They had very distressed faces. There were a few bro-looking fellows who wandered in afterwards. Let me emphasize something: A PARTY BUS. My co-worker’s friend who was present tried to get some of the girls’ numbers. They were drunk. A FUCKING PARTY BUS.
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Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.
