Four guys in Doris, one active flirting with some chick...
Three guys chatting with eachother.
After a night chatting with these three friends in Doris, total guy’s night out…,
(nobody of interest in the bar)
We leave the bar, eat something, go home…
I watch a movie, and sleep around five am…
At exactly six thirty, a message comes.
Everybody knows not to call me in the morning, so a message must be important.
I jump off the bed, heart racing at two hundred, open the phone, and see the sender:
“Guy flirting with the girl”
So I press, “Read”:
“Hehe.. Mission accomplished”
At six thirty. With almost an hour of sleep, I could have shot the bastard.
What the fuck do I care, where you put your dick into.
HA???
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