Less is more, here’s a little shallow story about myself. One night at a party we were all out back with the keg and this girl wanted to borrow my jacket. It was a bit of a cold night, well as cold as it gets in Houston so i obliged. Anyways at the end of the night she hands me my jacket back and leaves with her friends. So i put my jacket back on and one of my friends goes "what’s that on your sleeves?" she had gotten foundation/powder all over my jacket. My friend kept telling me it was no big deal and had probably just brushed her hair out of her face and gotten my jacket dirty in the process, well needless to say i never talked to that girl again, like i said it was a shallow story.
|
Threaded Mode