At least I know his name. No wonder they all think I was you. You are even worse at typos than me.
Fixed. Hey, I might not know how to spell their names, but at least I can identify my friends when I see them. Oh, wait….
By the way, you do realize that “Patrice!” is the new “Emilio!”, right?
I don’t use that word so liberally. I said I’d take my lumps, but we are talking about someone I met twice, each time as drunk as you were last night.
At that rate: fair enough.
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