VKCOMMO
Carpark Mechanic.....
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so there was this kid, and he was a senior in high school, and he had just asked his crush to prom and she had said yes so he was pretty dang excited.
so first things first, he went to the school office to buy the prom tickets, but man the line was so so long, but whatever he really needed those tickets because this was his big chance with his crush and all, so he waited in the line and finally got the tickets.
next he needed to rent his tux, so he went to his dad and asked to borrow some money to rent a nice one, and his dad gave him the money and offered to drive him to the tux shop. so they pulled up at the shop, but since prom was so close and all, there was a huge line stretching all the way out the door and around the corner. and the guy was pretty bummed, because he’d had to wait in a damn long line earlier, but this was for prom and all, and he’d already bought the tickets, so he figured in for a penny in for a pound.
the tux extravaganza took the rest of the day, so it was the next morning before he made it to the flower shop. he was getting pretty nervous, because it was two days before the actual prom and he needed to really get a move on. you can imagine his dismay when he got to the shop and saw yet another impossibly long line, people crowded shoulder to shoulder inside the shop and milling about in a large group outside, the harried florist inside calling out numbers. so the guy gathered up all of his patience and took a number, and after an hour or two he finally got to the front of the line and got his flowers.
on prom night, the guy excitedly put the prom tickets in his wallet, donned his tux, and prepared to present his lovely date with the corsage he had picked out. they went through the pre-prom ritual of pictures and getting poked in the chest with the pin, giddy moms and proud dads, and finally they climbed into the rented limo and headed off to prom.
they pulled up to the hotel convention center where prom was being held, and lo and behold, the line of students stretched out the door and through the parking lot. his date sighed and the guy laughed nervously, eager to keep her occupied and entertained during the long wait.
once inside, they had a grand old time. at first the guy was a little nervous, so they just sat to one side, talking and laughing and getting to know each other. then a song came on, and the girl leapt up and exclaimed “i love this song! this is my song! we have to dance!” so she dragged him onto the dance floor and commenced wiggling. he felt a little awkward at first but soon got into the groove, jiving and grooving along to the beat.
4 or 5 songs later, they were both a little winded and out of breath, so the guy and his date returned to the table where they had been sitting to rest. the girl expressed her thirst, so the guy offered to go fetch them both some punch. he headed over to the refreshment table to find that there was no punch line.
so first things first, he went to the school office to buy the prom tickets, but man the line was so so long, but whatever he really needed those tickets because this was his big chance with his crush and all, so he waited in the line and finally got the tickets.
next he needed to rent his tux, so he went to his dad and asked to borrow some money to rent a nice one, and his dad gave him the money and offered to drive him to the tux shop. so they pulled up at the shop, but since prom was so close and all, there was a huge line stretching all the way out the door and around the corner. and the guy was pretty bummed, because he’d had to wait in a damn long line earlier, but this was for prom and all, and he’d already bought the tickets, so he figured in for a penny in for a pound.
the tux extravaganza took the rest of the day, so it was the next morning before he made it to the flower shop. he was getting pretty nervous, because it was two days before the actual prom and he needed to really get a move on. you can imagine his dismay when he got to the shop and saw yet another impossibly long line, people crowded shoulder to shoulder inside the shop and milling about in a large group outside, the harried florist inside calling out numbers. so the guy gathered up all of his patience and took a number, and after an hour or two he finally got to the front of the line and got his flowers.
on prom night, the guy excitedly put the prom tickets in his wallet, donned his tux, and prepared to present his lovely date with the corsage he had picked out. they went through the pre-prom ritual of pictures and getting poked in the chest with the pin, giddy moms and proud dads, and finally they climbed into the rented limo and headed off to prom.
they pulled up to the hotel convention center where prom was being held, and lo and behold, the line of students stretched out the door and through the parking lot. his date sighed and the guy laughed nervously, eager to keep her occupied and entertained during the long wait.
once inside, they had a grand old time. at first the guy was a little nervous, so they just sat to one side, talking and laughing and getting to know each other. then a song came on, and the girl leapt up and exclaimed “i love this song! this is my song! we have to dance!” so she dragged him onto the dance floor and commenced wiggling. he felt a little awkward at first but soon got into the groove, jiving and grooving along to the beat.
4 or 5 songs later, they were both a little winded and out of breath, so the guy and his date returned to the table where they had been sitting to rest. the girl expressed her thirst, so the guy offered to go fetch them both some punch. he headed over to the refreshment table to find that there was no punch line.
