Yes, "how you doin?" spoken with a Jersey accent was actually this beetles attempt to talk to a girl last night. Let me paint the picture for you...
We both notice this pretty cute girl enter the bar alone and drunk. She proceeds to dance with 2-3 dudes and then starts heading over to the Beet and I. I notice this and tell Beet to talk to her. This is when the fun began.
Beet: "how you doin"?
Girl: hi
Beet: *crickets*
The girl then thankfully walked away ending the longest most painful 30 seconds I have ever been apart of. I was actually so embarrassed by this train wreck that my head got really hot and I felt nauseous.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
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i already regret this
Not to be topped, I just found out that last week, in similar fashion, this beetle walked up to my friend at Garret's -- who he had never met or seen or spoken to or molested yet -- and said "So . . . when's this gonna happen?"
She said "never."
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