When you asked me if i wanted to leave the party and 'go for a drive' i knew what you were after. You were Dickface's best friend, and the prospect of screwing around with you was too great not to go. But when we ended up on a summer road in a field in the middle of nowhere, you were drunk and pushy. There was a line i wasn't willing to cross with you, and i made you take me home. You didn't talk to me after that. No wonder you were his best friend.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
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