how hard do y’all beat yourselves over your past L’s
Moreso in the sense of how much of a clown you looked or how many hoops you jumped over
Last weekend I hung out with a female friend. I went to a party thrown by one of her friends, but i got there late. She texted me that they were on the roof, but she didn’t update me for a while that they back inside. So I was on the roof looking for her for a while.
Then, I get there too late to really meet anyone. So like I don’t even get to sit down. Meanwhile my friend is so into another breh at the party that she hardly acknowledges me.
We were going to like a hipster club. Other breh didn’t come, but he took her stuff, she was going to crash at his place.
My friend is afraid that her phone will die, so she puts his info in my phone. And she stuffs her jacket into mine at coat check making it hard for me to pull an Irish goodbye.
It takes 20 whole minutes to get a 2 drinks. It’s loud as hell so not much talking. At the end of the night, I got to wait with her for an Uber to another man’s dikk.
had a chick in France Connecticut Cali 
