I’d been dating this funny Indian dude for a couple months; we were staggering back to my place at 3 a.m. after getting obliterated with some friends at a dive bar. A car full of Jersey Bros drove by, slowed down, and one of them leaned out the window and yelled at us “HEY, I’M GONNA F*** YOUR GIRLFRIEND!” Without a second’s hesitation, he drunkenly screamed back “F*** YOUUU, CRACKA!” as they drove off and I knew he was for me.


Postscript: He’s asleep in the other room right now; we just resigned our lease for another year.

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