My friend and I were just out for the first drama-free clubbing night in months and everything was going so well!
He calls me ten minutes ago to say a drunk driver drove him into a telephone pole.
I am so furious, the fuckin scum bag needless to say drove off leaving him stranded. The cops just showed up so he had to hang up the phone. But if he doesn't come out of this without a scratch (insurance premiums included) then I'm gonna have to freak out. When's the next time I'll see him again? What if his car doesn't run anymore and he can't get to work?
FUCKKK ALCOHOL. You know how many things it's made harder in my life? Boys. My friends. My friends' cars.
You can take a guy that's a 10 and a beer bottle in his hand cuts his number in half. If he smokes, subtract two. The perfect man can be a 3 if he's not taking care of himself. And anonymous strangers on the highway.
UGHHH GOOD NIGHT!
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