I Am The 10th Man

People are always asking me, did I know Chad McGreevy. See Chad and I met when I went to Seattle to buy a pair of boots, only Kenneth Cole didn't have them in my size, so I walked the 12 blocks to a small pub and started drinking. That's when I first met Chad McGreevy. He bursted in the front door a little out of breath and making a point to saty away from the windows.
He sat next to me and started drinking. We got to talking and he asked if I would be able to steal him a few STRYKERS for a thing he wanted to do in Canada. I said yeah...
I'm lying. You'll never know how we met. That is a story between me, Chad and God. Not you. So slag off.
5 Comments:
k, tell me that it wasnt the delmar.
No, not delmar. I wouldn't fuck that place up...unless it was for that one tattooed waitress.
is it old blond girl i kept telling you to fuck?
I don't know which girl that is. But this girl isn't blonde.
...plus, you tell me to fuck every girl.
because im smart, the girl from llwyellens and not tin can
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