Scrat got himself shit drunk again last night………………………
Fuck I am at work………..mmmmmmm mmmmm
How the fuck did I get here.
Last night started off at a new pool club that opened just down the road. Scrat had to meet a very close and good friend there…. Needless to say there was not much of scenery there. We where the only two fucking people there…
We decided to go to the Keg a bit further down the road and we got stuck there… A couple of people greeted the scrat on his name. In the back of my mind I was thinking.
Who the fuck is and how do they know my name.
We got back to good conversation and lots of Tequila…. And a nightmare occurred…… they called last round.
Last option was to go to Froggies. Stop there and there was a couple of cars, but the security gate was closed. Some guy opened the door and shouted across the parking area. “It is the scrat” That was only the fucking fourth person for the night Scrat did not know from a bar of soap.
Bumped into an old golf friend of mine. First question he asked. “What happened between the sexy blond golf couch and the Scrat 3 years ago?” The Scat had no answer. So he took the Scrat’s mobile tree number and said that she was looking for my number since I have changed it 2 years ago.
Yippeeeeee free putting lessons
Fuck I am at work………..mmmmmmm mmmmm
How the fuck did I get here.
Last night started off at a new pool club that opened just down the road. Scrat had to meet a very close and good friend there…. Needless to say there was not much of scenery there. We where the only two fucking people there…
We decided to go to the Keg a bit further down the road and we got stuck there… A couple of people greeted the scrat on his name. In the back of my mind I was thinking.
Who the fuck is and how do they know my name.
We got back to good conversation and lots of Tequila…. And a nightmare occurred…… they called last round.
Last option was to go to Froggies. Stop there and there was a couple of cars, but the security gate was closed. Some guy opened the door and shouted across the parking area. “It is the scrat” That was only the fucking fourth person for the night Scrat did not know from a bar of soap.
Bumped into an old golf friend of mine. First question he asked. “What happened between the sexy blond golf couch and the Scrat 3 years ago?” The Scat had no answer. So he took the Scrat’s mobile tree number and said that she was looking for my number since I have changed it 2 years ago.
Yippeeeeee free putting lessons
3 comments:
Scrat, old friend...a word of advice. If she's looking for your mobile number, probably the last thing she has in mind is giving you putting lessons. :-)
Scrat, remember to pull out. Frik thinks she wants to...
Nevermind.
Frik carry on....what?
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