There is one thing that everybody is dead sure about me though they would have met me for the first time in their lives just half an hour ago – That I am a compulsive smoker and a heavy boozer . The worst part is nobody believes that I am not ,even if I tell them I am going to fall off the roof . I ask them what makes them think so and invariably the answer is “nothing particular, you look like that and I know I am right” .What the f**k ? . All this for somebody who is boozically and faggically challenged . Poor me . Having friends is fun , but boozing ones when you are a teetotaler (eeeeeee!) is horrible . The way they frawn when I say “man get me an extra coke ” when they go to buy coke for their booze is as if coke costs some 10 times more than whisky . But still got to put up with these guyz for I get free chicken for the coke(*wink*) . The story on how I survived one year in
For one last time to all the good souls (esp of the female kind) “I don’t booze and smoke” and still single(again..not sure here (*wink*))
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