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Old 10-22-2008, 12:10 AM   #24
Slintreeoost

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So I met this girl last night in a bar. She was totally hot, demure in dress with green eyes and ravishing auburn hair.

She came over to say hello as I was sat by the bar by myself. She asked if I wanted to buy her a drink, so I obliged. She had good taste, only drinking champagne and premier crus; I grabbed them on my tab.

So when it came to settling up, she said she didn't have her purse and she had to go and meet a friend. I am pretty flush so I footed the bill, and she took my number saying that she wanted to meet up again this weekend and she would sort me out a few drinks to say thank you.

Feeling excited and a little tipsy I put on my black leather coat and headed for the door. As I left the bar I felt the cold evening air on my skin. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs and feeling revitalized. Perhaps she would call me tomorrow. I began fantasizing of the days to come, but for now I knew it was time to go home and get some sleep.

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!". I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes smell ya later!". Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
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