Pastorbottle
·Touché
At a birthday dinner for a bandmate last week, one of his pals (from whom I got bad vibes the moment I sat down) was sporting a DJ. His collection of fine musical equipment broke the ice, yet his and his wife’s need to talk Gucci, Prada and fancy traveling quickly became tiresome. Anyway, I shifted focus to his Rolex and he took it off and handed it to me. The crown was out, and the hands read 11:15. It was 6:30pm.
He told me the crown needed repair and he couldn’t be bothered to set it let alone pay for a service, which to a ‘bro’ of his means is less than pin money. Indeed, he dismissively scoffed that he only wears it out figuring someone might notice it. Damn. In an effort to engage, I walked into his trap. My earlier suspicions of him being douchecicle were confirmed.
This schmo was a complete poseur. Ick.
At a birthday dinner for a bandmate last week, one of his pals (from whom I got bad vibes the moment I sat down) was sporting a DJ. His collection of fine musical equipment broke the ice, yet his and his wife’s need to talk Gucci, Prada and fancy traveling quickly became tiresome. Anyway, I shifted focus to his Rolex and he took it off and handed it to me. The crown was out, and the hands read 11:15. It was 6:30pm.
He told me the crown needed repair and he couldn’t be bothered to set it let alone pay for a service, which to a ‘bro’ of his means is less than pin money. Indeed, he dismissively scoffed that he only wears it out figuring someone might notice it. Damn. In an effort to engage, I walked into his trap. My earlier suspicions of him being douchecicle were confirmed.
This schmo was a complete poseur. Ick.
The poor stupid bastard probably can’t tell the time anyway!
At a birthday dinner for a bandmate last week, one of his pals (from whom I got bad vibes the moment I sat down) was sporting a DJ. His collection of fine musical equipment broke the ice, yet his and his wife’s need to talk Gucci, Prada and fancy traveling quickly became tiresome. Anyway, I shifted focus to his Rolex and he took it off and handed it to me. The crown was out, and the hands read 11:15. It was 6:30pm.
He told me the crown needed repair and he couldn’t be bothered to set it let alone pay for a service, which to a ‘bro’ of his means is less than pin money. Indeed, he dismissively scoffed that he only wears it out figuring someone might notice it. Damn. In an effort to engage, I walked into his trap. My earlier suspicions of him being douchecicle were confirmed.
This schmo was a complete poseur. Ick.
These people should invest in bracelets.
Too feminine.
Omg, have I been spending all my disposable income on... mens jewelry this entire time?!