tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651003496715492047.post-50167908867164583722007-03-26T21:37:00.000-07:002007-03-26T21:49:37.445-07:002007-03-26T21:49:37.445-07:00Tonight I had class. Statistics 145. Every Monday and Wednesday from 5:30 to 7:00. Tonight my teacher didn't show, I got to go home early.<br /><br />The weather was beautiful and I would not waste it. In mere weeks even the evening weather will be unbearable, but I will love it anyways. But it will not be great basketball weather. Tonight was. So I go home, I change, I got my kicks on, grab my favorite so smooth it shouldn't be allowed on a court but god damnit it's still better than rubber basketball, call up my friend D, and head to the park.<br /><br />Within minutes of getting to the park. Two girls come up to us. One is short, frankly speaking has a nice ass, and is outgoing which is 100% what I am not. She starts to talk to us, and tells us the catch. They are selling magazines. Sorry, not interested in magazines we say. She says, "If I make a 3 would you buy one?", "I'll think about it" I say as I toss her the ball.<br /><br />She takes off the UHF's. That's an acronym for ugly face hiders. You know, those huge sunglasses that make a girl look like a praying mantis? Ready to pounce on you at a moments notice. Happy to disguise the cavernous expanse that lies beyond. This has never proved more correct. She laughs for a while, can't believe we agreed to it. throws up the worst shot I have ever seen in my life. But you know what? Swoosh.<br /><br />Fuck.<br /><br />Ok, I look thru the fuckin pamphlet, covered in stickers that said "hottie". Those stickers fucking lie.<br /><br />"Wired magazine. Ok, I can deal with that. How much?."<br />"40 bucks."<br />"40 bucks?" what the fuck is this?<br />"It's a two year subscription."<br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Two years?!?"</span><br />"Yeah it's all we sell."<br />"What else do you have?"<br />"Maxim?"<br />"I like Maxim. How much?"<br />"Same price."<br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">That's all you have? Two year subscriptions?</span>"<br />"Yeah."<br />"Sorry, I'm out."<br /><br />They were very upset. Whatever no one said two years.<br /><br />Morals of the story. Never trust a girl wearing UHF's, make her take that shit off first. And never make a bet with someone who looks like they don't know what they are doing. Ugly shot or not they are a fucking ringer.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085854505668713495noreply@blogger.com1