Who are you? What's your name? Where are we, the 1930's? HA HA HA HA.

[amydunayevich]

After a long, mediocre shift at the bar, I somehow agreed to drive a very intoxicated gay guy and his fag hag (even more shitfaced) to Mongolian BBQ so they could get their car and drive home. On the way to my car she kept drunkenly stumbling over and in the short ride from the bar to Washington St. the broad kept repeating that I was their what I

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faux pas.

[dataset]

As it turns out, I need to brush up on my French. In the interim, save my comments for a little later, preferably after I spend months in paranoia, deleting AIM logs, purging internet caches and devising suggestive online psuedonymns.

On a not altogether unrelated note, I just learned that my 10th grade girlfriend signed her valentine to me "north winds." Who knew?

Re: faux pas.

[amydunayevich]

well it appears as though, well, she knew.
Oh too well.

Re: faux pas.

[amydunayevich]

remember when i said 'well' twice in one sentence. that's pretty gay.

[jesusofgujrat]

well, i'm not sure that driving two drunk people TO THEIR CAR, so they can drunkenly drive home is such a great thing, really.

[amydunayevich]

i know, that's what i'm saying, but i was not about to offer them a ride to their house...

[onesenough]

Amykins-

S.A. is madcap. Finally got over being sick. Heard the bar is a bit of a mess...hope you are delegating like you should be.

-mx