Fucking Starbucks, multiple places this morning cupgs walk up and ask me if I think we have a shot tonight.
High school Coog buddies texting me after radio silence for 5 years about "gentleman bets for beers" on the game.
You fucking seryous fags?
Your daddy Myles Gaskin is in town.
Lol about “gentleman bets for beers.” Turns into your buddy buying the first pitcher of bud light while you small talk about boring shit before buying 20 more rounds and getting fucked up.
You are wise to the ways of the Cuog. Those fucks can mooch more free alcohol than I've ever seen anywhere on this planet. They take the "I forgot my wallet at home" [/b]angle to withering heights.
Be especially wary of the female Cuog who drunkenly rubs her tits all up on you for most of the night, sucking down free drinks and then magically "doesn't feel well" at the end of the evening and then bails with the fat loud-mouthed friend you've been nice to all night. They are crafty when it comes to their booze.
