Scott (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sprainedsoul) wrote,@ 2003-04-06 17:00:00 |
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Mary had a little blame
Yeah, you see the way this finger bends? Seriously, that's as far as I can curl it. No it wasn't broken or anything, though I doubt you want to hear the whole story. Well, let me order another round first.
Alright, you see back in the old neighborhood there was this girl, she was the only girl our age for like 6 blocks and for some reason she'd come hang out with us. Now our little group being around that age where a real and steady girl could actually be you know, obtained, we were all pretty interested in her but at the same time, we all hated her. I told you it was hard to explain. Yeah, no, see, she wasn't amazing or anything it's just that she was the only game in town, you know?
But back to the finger. Me and her, we got to be ok friends, you know? She wasn't exactly what I had wanted in a girl but she got me through the day. So this one day, she turns and says to me "I'll let you touch my breasts if I can stab you in the hand with a fork." Swear to fuck, that's what she said. Yeah, I know what you're thinking but this is where it gets pretty fucked up.
I didn't bother thinking about it for like two days, and then I guess something happened with her folks or whatnot, and she ended up having to move. So, the night before she's about to leave she comes over to my place to say goodbye and that's when I go "Ok, you can stab me in the hand with a fork." or whatever, right?
So over to kitchen she goes, and she gets a fork and I lay my hand out on the counter top and clench my teeth. She brings the fork up in to the air and slams that shit right through my fucking hand! See, there's four little marks right here but can't you see the other four? You're fucking right she did! She stabbed me again.
So I'm bleeding all over my mom's kitchen, grabbing at paper towel and running my hand under some cold water and she walks right out my back door and I never see the bitch again. Yeah, see that's the interesting part of the story because I never did get to even touch her.
I know man, that's just the way things go and now I can't curl that finger past half way. So anyways, you paying for the next round or what?
Yeah, you see the way this finger bends? Seriously, that's as far as I can curl it. No it wasn't broken or anything, though I doubt you want to hear the whole story. Well, let me order another round first.
Alright, you see back in the old neighborhood there was this girl, she was the only girl our age for like 6 blocks and for some reason she'd come hang out with us. Now our little group being around that age where a real and steady girl could actually be you know, obtained, we were all pretty interested in her but at the same time, we all hated her. I told you it was hard to explain. Yeah, no, see, she wasn't amazing or anything it's just that she was the only game in town, you know?
But back to the finger. Me and her, we got to be ok friends, you know? She wasn't exactly what I had wanted in a girl but she got me through the day. So this one day, she turns and says to me "I'll let you touch my breasts if I can stab you in the hand with a fork." Swear to fuck, that's what she said. Yeah, I know what you're thinking but this is where it gets pretty fucked up.
I didn't bother thinking about it for like two days, and then I guess something happened with her folks or whatnot, and she ended up having to move. So, the night before she's about to leave she comes over to my place to say goodbye and that's when I go "Ok, you can stab me in the hand with a fork." or whatever, right?
So over to kitchen she goes, and she gets a fork and I lay my hand out on the counter top and clench my teeth. She brings the fork up in to the air and slams that shit right through my fucking hand! See, there's four little marks right here but can't you see the other four? You're fucking right she did! She stabbed me again.
So I'm bleeding all over my mom's kitchen, grabbing at paper towel and running my hand under some cold water and she walks right out my back door and I never see the bitch again. Yeah, see that's the interesting part of the story because I never did get to even touch her.
I know man, that's just the way things go and now I can't curl that finger past half way. So anyways, you paying for the next round or what?
