07 November 2020

That Guy

Last night I was "that guy" at a friend's house.

I could not stop myself.

I don't like being "that guy".

I think they'd forgiven me before I even took my foot out of my mouth, but I don't think I will risk subjecting them to me any more.

I think they will miss me, but I also think they will be happier not worrying about saying something that makes me "that guy".

1 comment:

  1. It's easier to say, "Fulkum" and walk out, than it is to say "Fa-Kaw-Yawl" and walk out, especially when the Missus is showin' ya to the door by yer ear...

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