Women, The Universe, and a Can of MGD

You know how when you’re walking through the park and you see flowers? Yeah, that happened to me the other day and I was struck with this overwhelming urge to do something nice. Instead of giving this bum I saw a buck, I thought it would be nice to tell the voluptuous vixen approaching that the way she moved could turn my nappy beard straight.

As I approached her I went over the ways I was going to deliver my line. “Damn baby, you fine!” No… “Your legs must be tired because… you’re walking PRETTY fast.” (Is that how that one goes?) “Say baby…” Oh shit! No more time to run scenarios. It’s game time!

Robo: Hey, excuse me, but I just had to stop you.

Vixen: Pardon?

Robo: Well, pardon me for being blunt, but you’re stunning. I promised myself I would do something nice today, and I thought it would be nice to tell you how nice you look.

Vixen: Wow. That is nice. Thank you.

Robo: Before we part, can you leave me with your name?

Sarah: Sure, it’s Sarah.

Robo: Well, it was nice to meet you Sarah. Perhaps I’ll run into you again sometime.

Sarah: It was nice to meet you too. And thanks again!

We parted ways, but I KNEW good was going to come from this being nice bullshit.

Later that evening, while I was out at the club, doing my club thang thang thang THANG. Guess who I ran into? I’m sure you thought to say Sarah, but no. Becky. And she was drunk and trippin’ to. Talking about was I gonna hit it again (hell muthafucking no!) I didn’t say that of course, it was a rough time for her having just been dumped by her latest and greatest , I wanted to be polite. So as I stood there, looking for an out… BANG! *Universe* It’s Sarah, standing there looking doubly+7 amazing with a dash of YATA!!

She must have saw SAVE ME in the look I gave her, so she came over to say hi.

Sarah: Hi. What are you drinking.

I LOVE you Sarah, I’m glad someone noticed my empty bottle.

Robo: An MGD.

You know how that story ends (do the math MGD+Sarah+me )