UnatcoAgent
Diamond Member
A spin-off story from my other thread.
We drove my buddy Jon home, who was absolutely plastered. Anyway we get to his place, I watch him go to the door, fiddle with the knob, come back and say he's lost his keys. Anyway to make yet another long story short we wanted to wait but he absolutely insisted we go home, I certainly wasn't going to leave him there no matter what since he was drunk and it was freezing weather, no matter how warm he claimed his jacket to be.
It was about 2 am, he told us his roomate would be home soon [though unsure of when] and it was about 10 below and snowing.
Keep in mind he's hammered. So after a long arguement and trying to break in through the window, we leave him there, only to drive around the block and creep up on him in the truck. Then I just got fed up and tried to get him in, but he was too drunk to agree. Finally he started to get into the back, when he saw his keys in the seat (so stupid we are).
Anyway, that's my other story.
Oh and plus seeing the head manager of my store dirty dance with the one of the ugliest and fattest women alive (I believe the term is 'grinding'), and he's about 58.
We drove my buddy Jon home, who was absolutely plastered. Anyway we get to his place, I watch him go to the door, fiddle with the knob, come back and say he's lost his keys. Anyway to make yet another long story short we wanted to wait but he absolutely insisted we go home, I certainly wasn't going to leave him there no matter what since he was drunk and it was freezing weather, no matter how warm he claimed his jacket to be.
It was about 2 am, he told us his roomate would be home soon [though unsure of when] and it was about 10 below and snowing.
Keep in mind he's hammered. So after a long arguement and trying to break in through the window, we leave him there, only to drive around the block and creep up on him in the truck. Then I just got fed up and tried to get him in, but he was too drunk to agree. Finally he started to get into the back, when he saw his keys in the seat (so stupid we are).
Anyway, that's my other story.
Oh and plus seeing the head manager of my store dirty dance with the one of the ugliest and fattest women alive (I believe the term is 'grinding'), and he's about 58.
