I didnt get hit on much on Halloween. But at Quinton's, a guy at the bar started stepping on my feet. I yelled for him to stop it. He smirks and says, "Hey baby, how are youuuu doin?"
Why are you hitting on me, idiot. You just stepped on my feet. I just pushed you. Leave me alone.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Halloween
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