Sunday, March 20, 2011

Irish Goodbye

This weekend, a good friend of mine brought me a boy for my birthday party. Initially I was intrigued. Sadly, it didn't last long. After some strange comments and clear continued anger and homicidal ideation towards his recent ex, I was done with my new toy.

He must have sensed my boredom. After buying shots for me and all my friends (solid attempt at buying back my affection), he let me know he was heading to the bathroom. We never saw him again.

And so is the story of the Irish goodbye... At least he had enough sense to pay his bar tab before leaving!

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