So the way we date might have changed over the years, but thank goodness LA still has neighbors like Robert.
Where the company’s hers, and furs, and his…
three’s company too.
Negotiation. Brinksmanship. Everyone is desperate to survive, hungry for power, and looking to save face.
But the Pagans caught me off-guard when they asked what kind of motorcycles we ride. Fuck, I don’t even have a helmet.
Panicking now, I had to buy time: “I heard you guys are a bunch of homos. That true?”
That led to a little scuffle – some punches were thrown – but cooler heads prevailed. And we agreed to pick up the talks in a couple of days.
But now it’s time to buy our bikes. We must choose wisely.
1) Respect your elders
2) Clip that pony tail
3) Take a fucking report
If you don’t have a girlfriend handy, try your local grocer.