By thequietroom, New West Unfiltered 7-27-06
Just leaving for work at about 9:00am, I ran into a 20-something guy walking by my house near Orange Street Food Farm with a silver hat, smoking a cigarette. I nodded "hi" in his direction, and he took the gesture as an opportunity to inform me of his previous evening's encounter:
Silver Hat: (loud and boisterous) "Not one, not two, but THREE women I took home last night!"
Me: (stumbling to find the right words) "Wow, man, really?"
Silver Hat: "Yeah, my back is sore as hell."
And then, for some reason, he started running away.
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