gritty story
Before people get to know me they usually think I am proper. I think it’s because I used to do theatre when I was like - 4 to 10, and so I enunciate everything when I’m kind of nervous. That and I went to a stodgey university. So last night:
T: Do you want to smoke some pot? Naw, you’re too perfect for that. Do you even drink?
Me: Well yeah. My ride’s due in a few minutes though.
T: Enough time for a toke. Here, here’s how the choke works. *starts to hand it to me*
Then I threw up on the lawn. Sorry girl but I am just too badass 4 ur pot.
