What can I say? I made a bad call. Poor judgment, a crazy lady named C., and an empty roller skating rink full of voyeuristic Disney characters. What more could you ask for?
Josh
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“We wound up making out again.”
Haha, wasn’t expecting that. Still don’t get why she did the hamburger meat thing.
@Niel. Like I said, bad judgment all around. I don’t know about the hamburger either. Never will. She was the perfect storm of gibbering madness.
Josh.
Laughed out loud. My video player kept seizing up at all the key moments…I was waiting with baited breath and then yelping delightedly.
Next time I want to lure a man, I’ll remember the recipe: roller rink + Faith Hill. Ah yes, gets them every time.
The story was stand-alone goodness just as it was. And then there was the hamburger. Excellent. I think I know this girl…wait I think I am this girl.
Just kidding. Really. My name starts with K.
Also – did you eat the hamburger?
Kelly, I actually don’t remember about the hamburger. I’m sure someone ate it, and then died of arsenic overload.
I laughed out loud! This sounds like a great scene for a movie: either comedy or horror. I have to wonder about “C”…and how funny it would be if she’s still keeping tabs on you and reading/watching your blog!
Kathy
(With a K!)
Kathy, if she’s reading, I imagine she’s on her way out here to murder me.
Ahaha,
I had a friend like C in High School….I ended up finding out that he had taken a ton of pictures of me as a subject for his photography class and developed them @ school…lot’s of them! When I broke up with him he gave me a mixed tape of piano songs he composed and performed. Each song title hand written in bitter ink..I can’t remember the full name of the songs but the back of the casset case read like this
R…. (song title)
E … (song title
A… ”
M ”
E ”
D ”
Needless to say, he wasn’t to pleased with my decision to end what really hadn’t begun!? Wonder what “B “is doing now?
@Petra. “B” doesn’t stand for Master RKC Brett Jones does it? Didn’t think so:) That mix tape thing is really, really weird, but I’m surprised by so little anymore. I take it the two of you didn’t wind up together?
This is my first time here and that was just some funny stuff. Sorry about “C” and the hamburger. Thanks for sharing.
The consistent coughing during the impressions throughout the story are awesome. You just made her sound like a pest.
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