...a guy grab you by the waist, drag you off the dancefloor, walk over to the bar, grab two Tequila shots, do the shots with you, and then ignore you altogether?
What's the fucking point of that?
I've been wondering for two days now and I still don't get it. Any ideas?
And why would said guy bite into the lemon before taking the shot?
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5 comments:
dipshit...
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Co-sign!
i first i woulda said: playin hard to get... but then i read the lemon before tequila thing, he's obviously a strange wanker! ;-P
said dude mustn't have many friends to do shots with? Just remind yourself that you were helping a loser out. Peace.
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