About to pass out at home watching 2001. Worked 6-days a week, Saturday night was my only time alone, spent Sundays healing up to go hang cable again. No friends or family, alone in Chicagoland.
Knock on my door. No one can get there unless they’re already in the building. WTF. It’s the Mexican chick from downstairs and her little 19-yo friend I had never met.
I’ll spare the gruesome details, but apparently they both decided, “Imma FUCK him!” And they did. And each other. It was… something else. And I almost didn’t answer the door.
About to pass out at home watching 2001. Worked 6-days a week, Saturday night was my only time alone, spent Sundays healing up to go hang cable again. No friends or family, alone in Chicagoland.
Knock on my door. No one can get there unless they’re already in the building. WTF. It’s the Mexican chick from downstairs and her little 19-yo friend I had never met.
I’ll spare the gruesome details, but apparently they both decided, “Imma FUCK him!” And they did. And each other. It was… something else. And I almost didn’t answer the door.
What sort of fairy tale is this? I want in now!
Been reading these to my wife. Yours wins. 😀😎