My friend Ian was a really quiet kid in high school, when I met him. I never remember him being ridiculous or crazy, just always a quiet and highly sarcastic kid. In college he sort of went buck wild- Tucker Max wild. Every weekend he usually has some story, usually of the sexual nature, and I always end up laughing for a good 2o minutes over them. I figured that I needed to chronicle these for posterity- in about 5 years when he is married to some L.L. Bean-wearing bitch I will remind him of these nights.
Ian: did i tell you i lost my debit card this past friday?
Ian: like…i had NO idea where it had gone
Ian: it was gone, lost, nada, cancelled, ordered a new one
Ian: the girl who went down on me that night took it!
Ian: she like…must have freakin opened my wallet and taken it out
Me: i was about to joke that you left it with the hooker
Ian: i don’t think she meant to steal it, but i saw her at the bar last night and she handed it to me and was like ‘…um, i found this in my laundry’
Ian: but i would definitely pay twenty bucks for a bj of that quality
Ian: hahahah the next night, listen to what i said to her
Ian: i don’t remember saying this, but i was mildly blacked out
Ian: i said to her something like ‘listen, come back to my place. i’m too drunk and tired to have sex, but if you’re willing to go down on me i think we can work something out’
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Ian: and the girl i had sex with last night, i made her sleep in tyler’s bed… because she wouldn’t shut up and let me go to sleep… i woke up and was like ‘yessss, she isn’t here’… then i looked at tyler’s bed and remembered
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Ian: another girl, whom i had hooked up with earlier this semester
Ian: she’s french
Ian: i saw her at a party last night, and she threw 4 cups of water at me
Ian: like…in anger, in front of everyone else


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April 1, 2007 at 4:10 pm
Maryam in Marrakesh
Oh my goodness, such fabulous blackmail material here!
PS Your boyfriend was putting you on…apricot is mishmash in Arabic. Maybe he REALLY wanted to call you apricot but just couldn’t bring himself to call you, ahem, mishmash. Sounds like he was a keeper:-)
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