“Chris, you should come out with us. Meet some new people. Make a friend. Maybe get laid.” Teeter said.
“Just three steps?”
“That’s four steps. And no. But those are the highlights.”
Teeter could say shit like that and make it sound true.
I had planned for more, but technological and biological event conspired otherwise.
Word Count: 60
Day: 143
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One of Those Guys
“Chris, you should come out with us. Meet some new people. Make a friend. Maybe get laid.” Teeter said.
“Just three steps?”
“That’s four steps. And no. But those are the highlights.”
Teeter could say shit like that and make it sound true.
I had planned for more, but technological and biological event conspired otherwise.
Word Count: 60
Day: 143