Sunday, August 16, 2009

Scream Sweet Nothings in My Face

I went out to a club on Saturday and was listening to the band do their own thing. The club was rolling and rocking, and I was absorbing the entire scene with my arms across my chest. A girl who I didn't know walked up to me, looked me in the eye, and started squeezing my shoulders and staring at my chest for whatever reason, along with screaming unintelligibly at the top of her lungs. I should've told her to stop since I'd forgotten to slip the safety on the ol' guns and they were liable to go off at any time.
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