Somebody please just shoot me. If I kill myself, I'll go to hell, and that would suck, but if say, Tad takes me out, maybe it won't be so bad...
So the ladies I work with convinced me that indeed, you can not meet a good girl at the bar, you need to go to church or the grocery. So, two fine teachers I work with take me and some students to a Baptist Church for a Thanksigiving program. I spot a hot, hot, hottie. I ask one of my co-workers about her, because she was so hot I was actually nervous about talking to her. Co-worker finds out all about her. "Oh, she's perfect for you, 24, hair stylist, single, has her own house, she does have a little girl, but you are good with kids, blah, blah, blah." So we go out, we're having a good time, and she's drinking more than I expected for a baptist chick. Then she asks "Hey, wanna smoke some crack?" I thought she was joking, until I notice her fumbling through my kitchen for a pen and some foil. Sure enough, she and I are smoking crack. After smoking crack and boning her down, I'm starting to feel guilty. "I'm a scumbag, I am smoking crack with a crack whore." Didn't see the girl for a couple of days. Wondered what happened to her, than I see in the "New's of Record/Lawman's Log," section of my local paper, she was in jail! For crack possession of course! Also, child endangerment and public intox. So much for meeting good girls at church. I hate myself and want to die. She was a damn good fuck though.
So the ladies I work with convinced me that indeed, you can not meet a good girl at the bar, you need to go to church or the grocery. So, two fine teachers I work with take me and some students to a Baptist Church for a Thanksigiving program. I spot a hot, hot, hottie. I ask one of my co-workers about her, because she was so hot I was actually nervous about talking to her. Co-worker finds out all about her. "Oh, she's perfect for you, 24, hair stylist, single, has her own house, she does have a little girl, but you are good with kids, blah, blah, blah." So we go out, we're having a good time, and she's drinking more than I expected for a baptist chick. Then she asks "Hey, wanna smoke some crack?" I thought she was joking, until I notice her fumbling through my kitchen for a pen and some foil. Sure enough, she and I are smoking crack. After smoking crack and boning her down, I'm starting to feel guilty. "I'm a scumbag, I am smoking crack with a crack whore." Didn't see the girl for a couple of days. Wondered what happened to her, than I see in the "New's of Record/Lawman's Log," section of my local paper, she was in jail! For crack possession of course! Also, child endangerment and public intox. So much for meeting good girls at church. I hate myself and want to die. She was a damn good fuck though.
She will be invited back for that.
