So this girl sees me in a bar. I talk to her for an hour or so. She knows my first and last name. I can't recalll hers at all. I get by calling her "dude" and "you." In the old days, we evidentley got it on a few times. It's a mystery to me, but she was a sweet girl. I was impressed with myself at my good taste. It's settled; I rule, but my memory isn't what it used to be. Damn weed.
jujubee:
AWKward.