most of you should remember the movie "Good Luck Chuck"
for those who don't ... seriously ... what the hell are u waiting for ?
GO WATCH IT!
the story is bout this guy who got cursed by a girl when he was devil worshiping girl when he was younger that which ever girl he has a "relationship" with will marry the next guy she dates.
now u must be wondering why Good Luck Tas then ?
well there is a twist in my version.
the idea came about when Nemo and I walked into Botak Jones at Woodlands and saw my ex with her new bf.
initially it put me off.
when I saw her I was like WtF!!!
I was so irritated i couldn't think and forgot to try and recognize who the new bf was.
anywho...
the bf walks over to the drink shop to buy a drink.
this made for a better look at him and from what i saw he was trying to see who I was as well.
now I don't know if this was coincidence or the fact that his nut sack probably slammed on to the floor once he recognized me....but he dropped whatever he was holding in his hands when trying to walk back to his gf.
I was all smiles
You might ask why would he be scared.
well back in the day I was the reason he had to get a nose job done.
it was so awesome knowing that she was dating a loser.
one that hides under the skirt of his uncle.
the uncle that lifts his skirt and runs when he sees me.
and based on Nemo's observation.
I am better fucking looking! wahahahahahahaha
He can have my sloppy seconds :)
haven't smiled this wide in years.
so yeah after all this I was thinking back on past relationships ... naturally.
and the issue has always been that parents don't accept me due to vibrantly colorful past i lived.
and that my dear readers is the reason why from now on I can be called Good Luck Tas.
Ladies.... if your parents are very strict and have issues with the idea of you dating around.
Come see me. I will straighten the situation out.
Once they learn that you are dating me. They will accept anybody .. just as long as it isn't me :)
Sort of a win-win situation if you ask me.
Cheers
"you can call me Sir Edmund Hillary" - Tas
for those who don't ... seriously ... what the hell are u waiting for ?
GO WATCH IT!
the story is bout this guy who got cursed by a girl when he was devil worshiping girl when he was younger that which ever girl he has a "relationship" with will marry the next guy she dates.
now u must be wondering why Good Luck Tas then ?
well there is a twist in my version.
the idea came about when Nemo and I walked into Botak Jones at Woodlands and saw my ex with her new bf.
initially it put me off.
when I saw her I was like WtF!!!
I was so irritated i couldn't think and forgot to try and recognize who the new bf was.
anywho...
the bf walks over to the drink shop to buy a drink.
this made for a better look at him and from what i saw he was trying to see who I was as well.
now I don't know if this was coincidence or the fact that his nut sack probably slammed on to the floor once he recognized me....but he dropped whatever he was holding in his hands when trying to walk back to his gf.
I was all smiles
You might ask why would he be scared.
well back in the day I was the reason he had to get a nose job done.
it was so awesome knowing that she was dating a loser.
one that hides under the skirt of his uncle.
the uncle that lifts his skirt and runs when he sees me.
and based on Nemo's observation.
I am better fucking looking! wahahahahahahaha
He can have my sloppy seconds :)
haven't smiled this wide in years.
so yeah after all this I was thinking back on past relationships ... naturally.
and the issue has always been that parents don't accept me due to vibrantly colorful past i lived.
and that my dear readers is the reason why from now on I can be called Good Luck Tas.
Ladies.... if your parents are very strict and have issues with the idea of you dating around.
Come see me. I will straighten the situation out.
Once they learn that you are dating me. They will accept anybody .. just as long as it isn't me :)
Sort of a win-win situation if you ask me.
Cheers
"you can call me Sir Edmund Hillary" - Tas
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