I’ve told this story a hundred times, but I’ve never written it down. This story starts, as any good story does, with a girl.
We’ll call her Vicky. That’s close enough to her English name. She was hot (would I tell you a story about an ugly girl?). One day, we’re in bed and she’s going down on me. She starts showing me pictures of random girls on her phone and asking me to choose one. At this point I have zero idea wtf is happening (blood was all in the less thoughtful head). So, I choose one.
Next thing I know, we are on a slow train to a small town. We get off the train and meet the girl… and a guy who says he is her bf.
Shit.
That was a long train ride for absolutely nothing.
This fucking mongoloid walks with us to the hotel and then LEAVES. He tells his gf he just wanted to make sure she would be safe, and he LEAVES. HER. IN A ROOM. WITH ME AND MY GF. I’m still giving this guy high fives in my dreams. And low fives. Every kind of fives.