A group of guys came up to the door. They started handing their cover charge to the doorguy.
Random Guy: Uh, guys, can we *not* come in here? (said to his friends)
Doorguy John: What’s the matter, ex-girlfriend?
Random Guy: Yeah.
Doorguy John: What kind of ex-girlfriend?
Random Guy: The mean kind.
They put their dollars back in their wallets and quickly left.
That’s awesome.
Was it Heather? (Booyah!)
pants, she’s gonna kick your ass if you don’t watch it!
Poor guy.
who, pants? yeah, pretty much everybody feels sorry for him.
Pants, my old friend, I think you might just me jealous that you have never known that kind of emotion, so bite me!
Mmmmmm, a bite of Heather….
oops, you set yourself up for that one heather!
Here I am trying to be witty and responsive and he still zings me, good one!
Nuthin’ but love for the Heather! Nuthin’ but love.