I had just picked up my lunch and was heading back to my office when I passed a man standing outside Starbucks. He asked me for a cigarette, and I reached into my purse to get one. He stopped me, saying, "No, I want that one." Meaning the one I was currently smoking. Puzzled, I handed it to him. By way of explanation, he said, "I want to taste your lips."
Guys...don't be creepy. That line wouldn't have even worked if I was drunk.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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