I said that?
Ever since I finished reading “I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell” (Tucker Max), I’ve noticed how I have been somewhat emulating him. I mean, I’m not being extremely rude to people and just saying anything that comes out my ass, but instead I’m being a bit more forward. Especially when intoxicated.
Just this weekend, we were driving down Lincoln Road on South Beach and let me tell you, there were some of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen in my life. A this point in time I see a tall, tan, blond chick with the perfect body. I’m talking about jaw dropping. Like DAMN. Perfect 10. You get the picture. Now, I’m already nice and liquored up so I valiantly put the window down and say, “Hey, beautiful, nice dress.” She smiles… but it’s one of those “Oh great, another peasant is giving me a compliment…again” smiles that are so common in SoBe. I notice it. So I say, “It really compliments your huge rack and voluptuous ass.” The look on her face was priceless; a mixture of surprise and fear. My friend, being the little bitch he is, drives away. I’m kind of disappointed he did that but I’m too drunk to really care. I just really wanted to hear her response. What if she would have said, “Thank you, big boy. How about we get a telly and you can explore every inch of my body…with your tongue.” She probably wouldn’t have. But you never know.
