just wakin up in the morning , gotta thank god
I like that song by Ice Cube.
When I was 19 years old I met this tall, gorgeous blonde. We were stuck hanging out because my roommate was banging dating her roommate. I laid down my smoothest dick jokes and she was sufficiently unimpressed. I’m pretty sure she thought I was an immature little shit. She was not wrong, my friends.
Somehow, some way we stayed on the periphery of each others’ lives for the next decade and a half. Then, thank Marky Z, we reconnected in a real way and became friends. Like the real kind, not the, ugh, who invited this asshole to this party type.
Irony was that now my dick jokes were my job. She was still tall, gorgeous, and blonde. We went through the traditional courting process. You know - long trip to Vegas spent in bed in between trips to the casino floor. We’re a romantic lot.
I left Central California to follow her to, well, 1desert California.
Then the worst thing that you can imagine happening to the woman …
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