Just spent eight hours of my life hanging out with NINE 22-year-olds (Mario's a year older) who complained about how they couldn't down shots like they did "Freshman Year."
WHY the fuck do I do this?
I'm definitely old.
But the good type of old.
Excuse me... I have to go shower-off the smell of misery and failure... that shit was all over the poker tables tonight
... You don't honestly believe I spent ALL of those eight hours in the sole company of those kids, right? They just wanted to play beer pong... I wanted to dominate drunk men into losing their money to me. Duh.
I'll have a couple of lovely stories for later today. When I'm rested... but probably coughing uncontrollably.
WHY the fuck do I do this?
I'm definitely old.
But the good type of old.
Excuse me... I have to go shower-off the smell of misery and failure... that shit was all over the poker tables tonight
... You don't honestly believe I spent ALL of those eight hours in the sole company of those kids, right? They just wanted to play beer pong... I wanted to dominate drunk men into losing their money to me. Duh.
I'll have a couple of lovely stories for later today. When I'm rested... but probably coughing uncontrollably.
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