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Fine, if people don't want to acknowledge my genius I'm ok with it...
I'm in the beer garden...my roommate and his girlfriend and I are in our "spot"...and we're taking shots and drinking...and I tell my roommate that I'm hooking up with Buttsack (that's what we call her, it's a play off of her last name) and I'm guaranteeing it...to which he laughs because it's an ongoing joke between my friends and I that she is the one that got away...and she has this terrible yellow purse that she carries around that makes us call her a hippie and refer to the purse as her Johnny Appleseed bag...I don't really know where that fits into the story but it does...so this girl who is like my best friend (I give all of my girlfriends nicknames) T-Smash (her name is Tracy...my friend Sean hooked up with a different Tracy around the time Hulk came out and this girl was like 6'2" tall...so after we heard Hulk Smash we started calling enormous Tracy Tracy Smash...so when I meant new Tracy I started calling her T-Smash)...is conveniently located at a high top REALLY close to Buttsack...I use this to my advantage by talking to T-Smash (and Buttsack knows I've hooked up with this girl several times)...and I knew she was watching the whole thing...within minutes her roommate comes over and then I knew my goal was going to be accomplished...and yes, in case anyone was wondering T-Smash was on the receiving end of the chocolate/vanilla game...and no, she wasn't pleased when she found out what it really was...but I do have a text from her this morning thanking me for being such a good friend and finding her phone last night...something I don't remember happening but +1 for me...
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