Stephie: hey grrrrl
Vanessa: hi lovie
Stephie: i just got home from worky
did you get my voicemail?
Vanessa: i did
Stephie: john popper is a fat bastard.
Vanessa: hhaaaaaaa
Stephie: he's all bloated from doing cocaine and drinking
Vanessa: grossness
Stephie: and he's not funny but he thinks he is. i hung out with him for like six hours and the dude did not grow on me.
Vanessa: did he try to get in your panties
Stephie: no, we got into an argument before he could try. and he had a dinner plate piled with cocaine in his hotel room. and then he started making out with a homely girl. and i'm like "that's our cue - let's get the eff outta here". and she came into my bar a couple times after and all i could think was "holy shit you're the girl who actually had sex with john popper"
Vanessa: thats a horrific and fantastic story
Stephie: the stuff dreams are made of, vanessa. just a day in the life of stephie p.
yeah, did i ever tell you before how i hung out with him?
Vanessa: you did
Stephie: ok. good.
Vanessa: but i couldnt remember the whole story and blues traveler came up tonight and i needed your contribution
Stephie: yeah you almost have to feel bad for the guy. he's so incredibly socially retarded but he's surrounded by people who cup his balls all the time so he doesn't realize it. c'est la vie.
Vanessa: wow
This is the type of thing one of my best friends and I talk about at 3:30 in the morning (4:30 her time).
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