| My Potential Stalker So today, I was online looking for some pot. Much like most days. One of my contacts, let's call him Joe, tells me that he has pot that he can sell me (I have never met this man before, but I know people who know him).
I walk to his apartment across the city, meet him at the door. He gives me the pot, I pass him a twenty, I say thanks and leave.
When I come home, I message him, but am called away and eventually get distracted by King of the Hill. He calls me, not 15 minutes later and demands to know what I am doing and if I am talking to other men. He screams, I scream, he swears, I swear and he hangs up.
Does anyone find this freaky? |