Friday, September 10, 2010

the good old vague days

so my room mate is downstairs with his new girl. he offers me a mikes hard lemonade which I hadnt had in years. I wonder downstairs and say "man this really takes me back to my old hay days when I was a teen. yep.... on porches with hound dogs" and the room is dead quiet for 10 seconds and I go " yea THOSE kind of memories" and I walk away...

I said "THOSE kinda memories" like they were supposed to know exactly what the fuck I was talking about but they looked away from me like " we dont know what the fuck youre talking about"

I turned a nostalgic bounding moment with old friends and new into a total confusing ass fuck

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