Bedlam
Well-Known Member
So I'm standing in line at Kroger, minding my own bees-wax when I feel someone staring at me. It's a 40-ish guy standing there, just drinking in me in my motorcycle gear as I stand there with two big bottles of Fat Tire Enlightened Black Ale and some assorted things for making pizza.
With no prelude, he just looks at me and says, "I wanna go home with you. Pizza and beer and motorcycle." He said it kind of mournfully.
It was kinda cute. Mostly creepy, but with a cute-in-a-pathetic-way quality, so I didn't kick him in the genitals.
Just wanted to share.
With no prelude, he just looks at me and says, "I wanna go home with you. Pizza and beer and motorcycle." He said it kind of mournfully.
It was kinda cute. Mostly creepy, but with a cute-in-a-pathetic-way quality, so I didn't kick him in the genitals.
Just wanted to share.