So I went out last night with a good friend of mine, who I haven't seen in months, and was playing good wing man.
He's hitting on this cute ethic chick so I occupy her friend... who is a five... at best- and a single mother to boot.
So I take the plunge.
Horrible dancer- absolutely no rhythm whatsoever.
Talk to her- horrible ebonics speech pattern. Made worse by her insistence about talking about Obama making way for the anti-christ, tracking chips and the Illuminati being behind it all (talk about cognitive dissonance- imagine hearing all this said in EBONICS- I don't think I could have before last night).
After an hour of this nightmare I finally end up sitting down with her- and she's insisting that I take her number. I look at my friend, and sigh, and grab her phone.
I put in the number.
I look at the phone number being displayed.
I realize that I had not put in my number at all but rather the home phone number of my parents.
I comically chuckle to the thought of some ghetto hoe calling up my parents at 2am and asking for me.
I sigh, look at my friend again, and put in my number and call.
Club closes. My friend and I leave.
He tells me to call to set something up with girl and friend.
I look at my phone- and realize that I didn't receive any calls in the last hour- which is odd since I just called myself 10 minutes ago.
I'm stumpted... what the hell just happened?
I start laughing so hard that I'm crying.
I didn't call myself- I called an ex girlfriend! :crackup:
He's hitting on this cute ethic chick so I occupy her friend... who is a five... at best- and a single mother to boot.
So I take the plunge.
Horrible dancer- absolutely no rhythm whatsoever.
Talk to her- horrible ebonics speech pattern. Made worse by her insistence about talking about Obama making way for the anti-christ, tracking chips and the Illuminati being behind it all (talk about cognitive dissonance- imagine hearing all this said in EBONICS- I don't think I could have before last night).
After an hour of this nightmare I finally end up sitting down with her- and she's insisting that I take her number. I look at my friend, and sigh, and grab her phone.
I put in the number.
I look at the phone number being displayed.
I realize that I had not put in my number at all but rather the home phone number of my parents.
I comically chuckle to the thought of some ghetto hoe calling up my parents at 2am and asking for me.
I sigh, look at my friend again, and put in my number and call.
Club closes. My friend and I leave.
He tells me to call to set something up with girl and friend.
I look at my phone- and realize that I didn't receive any calls in the last hour- which is odd since I just called myself 10 minutes ago.
I'm stumpted... what the hell just happened?
I start laughing so hard that I'm crying.
I didn't call myself- I called an ex girlfriend! :crackup:
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