Tuesday 8 February 2011

You helped me aim while I peed in the snowbank last night — m4w (outside that bar)

From craigslist Chicago comes proof that snow (and indeed peeing in snow) is not necessarily a deterrent to the romantically inclined after a few drinks:

You gave me a hand and wanted to help me aim. You were too drunk to write your initials; it came out more like a Jackson Pollock. So we celebrated that. I'm glad no cops or snow plows happened by right then! I was wearing a USMC hoodie and snowpants -- what were you wearing? I reckon I'd like to meet you again.

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