Posts Tagged IRL
This came about because an overbearing drunken guest at the gf’s parents’ house last night kept trying to shove food in my mouth and was insistent I eat it even though I really didn’t care for it.
We were on our way somewhere for vacation. We passed under a bridge where a high school Cross Country meet was happening and I ran into my old coach (yes, he is still coaching IRL despite being almost 80). He forced me to work for him and was upset when I refused and Taylor started to leave in my car. I decided “fuck pleasing the coach” and ran after Taylor. 🙂 (Even though I know she’d never do that to me IRL). We needed to stop for the night so we stayed in the small town where the meet was taking place. That’s when things got weird.
Upon arrival at the table this morning, we found an empty sign holder. Chad’s first thought was to question the idea of putting up a sign for the blog. I was meh on the idea, but when Baleon, the art major, showed up I changed my mind. We talked her into skipping class (you know, because she really didn’t want to) in order to make us this kick-ass sign.