Ian you fucking sketchball
First off. This is Dave not John. Since I haven't bothered to get Amos to get me on here yet, I have to resort to using other identities. And on this Easter weekend I would like to discuss a trip to the Cat's Cradle to see crooked fingers and the sketchiness that is Ian.
So off to see crooked fingers with Ian, some girl from his work(who I will refer to as the road girl), and this girl I've been hanging out with named Katie. Katie was kind enough to drive. All is well on the trip down. The show is great and we all have a few beers there(aside from Katie who is underaged, but that is another story for another day). I'd say we get out of the show about midnight and prepare for the long drive back. Katie drives the first part of the trip back, Ian and slightly anebriated "road girl" sit in the backseat. They both fall asleep in a cute little cuddly posistion...well it would have been cute if road girl weren't kind of nasty. An hour passes...I'm taling to Katie, Bjork is playing on the CD player, and road girls head is gently resting in Ians lap.....WAIT A MINUTE. Her head is not resting...it's fucking bobbing up and down. There is a moment of panic in my mind. Is this really happening or have I just entered the opening scene of some B horror/soft porn movie? song ends silence is broken by a loud slurping noise....this isnt really happening. I talk louder in hopes of drowning out the noise...no use. Katie and I both look forward to avoid debauchery occuring feet behind us. I talk about anything to ensure that there is noise other than the incesant slurping reverberating in the car....this isnt happening. Finaly after what seems like an eternity, actually only a few minutes, the noises stop. I glance back and see no movement...this didn't just happen. now my mind turns to visions of punching Ian in head. I'm mad...really fucking mad. We get home...I go home and have bad dreams.
I've since gotten over being angry about Ian's inconsiderate road head extravaganza. However, I had to take revenge somehow and what better way than publicly posting his shameful night for all the family to see. I later found out that Katie thought they were just making out in the back...I let her know the sticky truth. Take that neligan. So how is everyone else doing these days?
So off to see crooked fingers with Ian, some girl from his work(who I will refer to as the road girl), and this girl I've been hanging out with named Katie. Katie was kind enough to drive. All is well on the trip down. The show is great and we all have a few beers there(aside from Katie who is underaged, but that is another story for another day). I'd say we get out of the show about midnight and prepare for the long drive back. Katie drives the first part of the trip back, Ian and slightly anebriated "road girl" sit in the backseat. They both fall asleep in a cute little cuddly posistion...well it would have been cute if road girl weren't kind of nasty. An hour passes...I'm taling to Katie, Bjork is playing on the CD player, and road girls head is gently resting in Ians lap.....WAIT A MINUTE. Her head is not resting...it's fucking bobbing up and down. There is a moment of panic in my mind. Is this really happening or have I just entered the opening scene of some B horror/soft porn movie? song ends silence is broken by a loud slurping noise....this isnt really happening. I talk louder in hopes of drowning out the noise...no use. Katie and I both look forward to avoid debauchery occuring feet behind us. I talk about anything to ensure that there is noise other than the incesant slurping reverberating in the car....this isnt happening. Finaly after what seems like an eternity, actually only a few minutes, the noises stop. I glance back and see no movement...this didn't just happen. now my mind turns to visions of punching Ian in head. I'm mad...really fucking mad. We get home...I go home and have bad dreams.
I've since gotten over being angry about Ian's inconsiderate road head extravaganza. However, I had to take revenge somehow and what better way than publicly posting his shameful night for all the family to see. I later found out that Katie thought they were just making out in the back...I let her know the sticky truth. Take that neligan. So how is everyone else doing these days?
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