musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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I never thought I would go to my high school prom with a 27-year-old beautiful woman. Hell I was never planning to go to my prom at all. My name is Jake and I am a nerd, a shut-in, a dork, and many many other negative things that people at school seem to think about me. Am I a nerd? Well if playing Warcraft online makes me a nerd....then yeah I probably am. Am I a shut-in? Not even in the least. I was raised by my parents before they died to always be thankful and give back to those who didn't have your luck in life. Funny moral coming from a kid who lost his parents at such a young age. But I was lucky enough to have my grandparents still and we lived in a nice house, in a nice neighborhood (Where the neighbor's wife was a hot as a fucking supermodel) and I was a lucky guy.
So I gave back. I gave back to kids with cancer at a local hospital on every other Saturday by reading them stories or playing board games with them. I give back to the neighborhood, by cutting everyone's grass for free. Although the grass cutting usually ends up with some money in my pocket because people like to pay me anyway. Which is fine, it supports my video game crack habit.
I especially like to help out with my neighbor's extra little things. I will help them with yard work, or clean the pool or other extra bullshit around, just because this woman is fucking hot.
We became a kind of friend. She and i would talk over lemonade when I got home from school just for the hell of it. I think she was bored, and I liked talking to her because she was almost as smart as she was hot. Maybe it was weird hanging with someone older than me, but she didn't look twenty-seven. Hell she could have enrolled in my school as a senior and nobody would really question it. Girl was hot.
Have I said that yet?
Anyway one day we were talking about the prom coming up. We lived in a small enough town that the whole world knew when prom was about to go down. She asked me if I was going and I told her that I wasn't. I couldn't get a date for the life of me, I was picked on constantly, and girls aren't attracted to pussys as it turns out.
We were standing in front of her lawn, watching the sprinkler in her front yard spray over grass. "Yeah I mean it's okay. Prom isn't that big of a deal anyway, plus tickets are like a hundred bucks a pop and I'd rather save up for a playstation 4 then go to a dance where I'd probably end up with a bunch of goat blood all over and have to go on a murder spree like Carrie." I explained to her as the afternoon breeze blew down the street.
So I gave back. I gave back to kids with cancer at a local hospital on every other Saturday by reading them stories or playing board games with them. I give back to the neighborhood, by cutting everyone's grass for free. Although the grass cutting usually ends up with some money in my pocket because people like to pay me anyway. Which is fine, it supports my video game crack habit.
I especially like to help out with my neighbor's extra little things. I will help them with yard work, or clean the pool or other extra bullshit around, just because this woman is fucking hot.
We became a kind of friend. She and i would talk over lemonade when I got home from school just for the hell of it. I think she was bored, and I liked talking to her because she was almost as smart as she was hot. Maybe it was weird hanging with someone older than me, but she didn't look twenty-seven. Hell she could have enrolled in my school as a senior and nobody would really question it. Girl was hot.
Have I said that yet?
Anyway one day we were talking about the prom coming up. We lived in a small enough town that the whole world knew when prom was about to go down. She asked me if I was going and I told her that I wasn't. I couldn't get a date for the life of me, I was picked on constantly, and girls aren't attracted to pussys as it turns out.
We were standing in front of her lawn, watching the sprinkler in her front yard spray over grass. "Yeah I mean it's okay. Prom isn't that big of a deal anyway, plus tickets are like a hundred bucks a pop and I'd rather save up for a playstation 4 then go to a dance where I'd probably end up with a bunch of goat blood all over and have to go on a murder spree like Carrie." I explained to her as the afternoon breeze blew down the street.