You know what sucks about non-smoking bars?
I'll tell you.
You see a girl who so matches your personal definition of perfect that you can't help but try to chat her up.
So you go with the tried and true standard and buy her a drink.
Which, my being Sam and all didn't work.
But it got her to notice me.
Out on the dance floor our eyes met, she smiled, and started drifting towards me (along with the mandatory plain-Jane friend chaperon).
That is until some one let off a beer-fart.
Honestly, for once it wasn't me.
But boogying to salsa only goes so far when the girl of your naughty dreams thinks nerve gas comes out of your bottom.
If they'd only let people smoke I might have been having rather lovely sex right now rather than drunkenly scribbling out this stupid blog entry....
stupid health Nazis!
2 comments:
Thank you! I say we demand an instant inquiry into the effects of excessive farting in pubs and clubs on human health and mating habits!
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