Pretty Vacunt

On Saturday night Blogbear and I found ourselves in a pretty shitty position, but knowing us, we made the most of it.

Left cashless and phoneless we had to do a runner from our cab. We were kind, we gave a back-up story, we gave him an abusive, stealing boyfriend, we offered tears, we offered bruises, we offered our mobile numbers but he gave us no choice. We have no strength to forgive those who have sinned against us. We hate people when they aren't polite, so run, run, run, run, run, run away! As we left I threw 20c onto the back seat. I don't even know why exactly, but it wasn't out of compassion. I think I thought 20c could maybe pass as our fee. who knows (drunk Dirtbag does).


What you can learn from this night:

• Every now and then you can rely on the kindness of strangers, we knocked on the back door of some Asian restaurant for what felt like that prison phone call.


• You can wet yourself by peeing on a slant.
  
• You can also cut yourself from running into spiky bushes.


• Dancing to Immigrant Song with Blogbear, Dirtbag, and Blue Eyed Boy in a bathroom is more fun than getting your mack on in the "hook up room".
  

Just ask fallen girl:


"Hey fallen girl, whats up with you?"
"I'm tired of hooking up, let me get a little nap in to refuel and we can go again"