Just like someone educated in a private school.... lots of book sense, but no street smarts. First thing you learn on the street is to stay away from 7-11 burritos. Fuck the Faery Queen.
When I young (Yes, I was young. Once.) and trying my damndest to find someone to marry so I could finally try out this sex thing everyone was talking about. I would often head home from a date, after partaking of a chaste kiss on the front porch (No tongue!) and stop by our local 7-11 and purchase a giant burrito and a carton of chocolate milk that I would consume in my room, alone. Just me, brown milk and a giant burrito.
That says something. I’m not sure what. But it’s something.
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Sounds painful
Not one of your greatest moments, no.
Just like someone educated in a private school.... lots of book sense, but no street smarts. First thing you learn on the street is to stay away from 7-11 burritos. Fuck the Faery Queen.
When I young (Yes, I was young. Once.) and trying my damndest to find someone to marry so I could finally try out this sex thing everyone was talking about. I would often head home from a date, after partaking of a chaste kiss on the front porch (No tongue!) and stop by our local 7-11 and purchase a giant burrito and a carton of chocolate milk that I would consume in my room, alone. Just me, brown milk and a giant burrito.
That says something. I’m not sure what. But it’s something.
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