So, while I was at A-kon, my roommates bought a kitten. I'm not the biggest fan of cats, but the little fucker is cute. My favorite game to play with the kitten is throwing it across the room at the couch, and she sticks to it like a little, squeaking velcro ball, then comes running back over. Well, my roommate Heidi walked in on my game and, well...
So, yeah. No one will really get today's Antisocial. That's ok, though. Maybe one or two of you will, and it'll give you a chuckle. Lisa's one of those unattainably hot/cool trendy girls who works at this little hole-in-the-wall record store that I always go into looking for weird shit. Our conversations are exactly like this: song quotes. Nothing more.
So about a month or so ago, my friend Chris and I went to one of the "Speed Dating" things up in Santa Monica. For those of you unfamiliar with the concept...watch "The 40yr Old Virgin". The following account is almost 100% accurate (I think I drank a LOT more than shown). This proves my continuing stance that I should not be allowed out in public.
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