Ultimate AFC'dom; NEVER AGAIN !!
I know this dude, Dino Cassanova
and when he was in the lowest pit of AFC despair he was talking to/dating this BIT** who worked as a beer tub / "shot" girl at this nightclub he frequented at the time. And anyway she told him she'd like a dozen roses, to be sent to her work. She told him what time her shift starts , etc. So , he had them sent there. She really liked it of course (value-proof to all of the other broads working there no doubt) and they kept talking, hanging out, etc. AFC was thrilled.
She told him, after like the second time they went out somewhere, that she'd like another dozen roses, this time pink however. So the AFC bought them. Had them sent to her grandma's house in fact, per her request, which was where she was staying at this time. In the course of dating her, and constantly standing around there every weekend night like a pathetic moron loser at the club, listening to the annoying songs that were hot at the time like Macarena and What is Love, nursing a beer or two while she stood there in her "tub", one night she mentioned that she'd really love a Furby doll. You remember those damn things right?? They were really hot and hard to get at the time. So he ran to hell and highwater and got one for her. Brought it to the club the following night. She was very appreciative of course, but still, no F-close ending any of these nights.
Yes, this guy was living in the heart of the capital of AFC city. Her dumb pet rabbit escaped, or died, or whatever the hell it was. He actually went out, this AFC did, and looked around pet stores all day one afternoon till he found an identical one and surprised her w/it. At which point she threw a tantrum that it actually WASN'T the same as her "Lucky", and she didn't want it. "Well what should I DO with it then???" AFC asked BIT. "Take it back ! I don't want it. I want one more like Lucky or I don't want one at all. Find one like Lucky or just forget it ! " Door slam. No date at all THAT night. AFC was never able to find her one that was suitably "like Lucky".
Then she calls AFC and tells him that such and such a place has these very rare (and very expensive) silver roses. She'd love a dozen of them. AFC goes to said such and such a place and buys not one dozen but TWO dozen of them, brings them to her, to make up for the whole unlucky Lucky thing. There's a lot of warmth and kissing and hugging and touching and loving and all that on that particular night, but when it comes time to hit the skins (AFC is strapped of course with a couple Trojans in his pocket , figuring tonight is his big night for sure now), she just "can't do it yet". She's sorry. "Come hang out at the club tomorrow night though. I want to see you there."
So of course AFC , who has now BECOME , it seems, the BIT** himself , goes over there, and stands around and watches her "work", if you want to call it that. During AFC's great-grandmother's funeral procession the following week, while he's actually driving in it, she calls him up on the cell and says they have to talk. She's got big trouble. A g/f of hers got thrown into Cook County Jail the other night on some kind of drug charge. She needs 2 g's flat to bail her out. AFC tells her, "Let me call you back for Christ sake I'm at my great grandma's funeral !" She calls continuously throughout the whole thing at the mausoleum until he has to shut the phone off. She calls AFC later that same night at home, not letting up the pressure at all, "I know you've got it AFC, just give it to me. Pleeeeeeze!! I really need this!! I can't let her just sit in there. I'll pay you back I swear. " Finally, AFC relents, pulls together 2 g's, and takes it over to her place. There are of course lots of the usual kisses, making out, c*ck teasing, etc etc. Then she says, "Ok I've got to go get her now." So she goes.
AFC doesn't hear back from her for awhile. He hears a few days later, from the club manager, who's perhaps feeling pity by now for the AFC, that the person she actually bailed out was her "other b/f", and the reason he was in was because he'd hit her and she'd had him arrested. AFC's stomach sinks and he feels pretty ill; even though it was about , oh, 7, 8 yrs ago now, he still hurts really bad recounting this tale of ultimate AFC'dom.
He DID however get his money back, well, about 3/4 of it at least, but only after he had to go through the drama of sending an uncle of his over there to her place , with some thug his uncle had with him I imagine, to confront her about it (and she was actually in there with the guy who she'd bailed out, the one who'd hit her). Apparently, from what AFC was later told by the collector/relative, she was even being her usual charming self to them, and didn't want to pay them anything, but the male there, the former jailbird, decided it would be best to scrape together all they could and give it to these guys, and so AFC settled out of court with 1750. Having recounted that tale to you all, I will now bid you all good night, and go out to the garage where the car has already been running for the past 10 minutes or so.
M-BARE-ASSED !!
