pity he doesn't actually read my blog...
my friend andrew (he with the unlimited boob-touching permit) has asked, nay, demanded that i write an entire blog post dedicated to him.
apparently he thinks that just because he texted me for once in his life rather than relying on running into me at the usual trashy dive, or waiting for me to call him for a meet up, he is some kind of nipple-hardening demi-god worthy of my time and creative energy.
well, my nipples ain't hard, and i'm not kneeling in unworthiness before his holy being. but he is pretty sexy. and rather funny. and really good at playing the "roxanne" drinking game. so i figured, what the hell.
this one's for you, andy. para ti, andres, para ti.
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I think I met the Andrew that you talk about on Saturday night. He was wearing a black top and his twin, who I didn't meet was wearing a red t-shirt. Andrew was pretty damn nice and, I agree, kinda hot. His brother was creepy though - uncomfortable, creepy stares. Is this the same Andrew?
it does indeed sound like you met the twins. however, michael is by no means creepy, so not sure why you felt that. he's just as nice (and sexy for that matter) as young andrew.
which one is which? they look the same to me, but the one with the thicker-rimmed glasses seems to definitely be the weird one.
yeah, thicker rimmed glasses is michael. but HE'S NOT WEIRD. perhaps just misunderstood on this occasion.
oh wait, yeah i'm with you now. andrew was the sleazy one who asked me back to his house. does he do that to every chick he meets after 5 seconds of knowing him? he may be sexy, but he's also disgusting.
and seeing as he doesnt read this...(right?) whats all this business about being sexy?!
(if you do read this andrew...now now, SETTLE PETAL - no need to get all sensitive!)
This isn't going to well...
anonymous posters suxxx 4 eva.
que?
no comprende, knifey.
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