Tell Me Something to Make Me Hate you part2
by HandJob Blog
“Okay, but remember, you asked.”
“Go on.”
“Well, I would organize meetings to try and get some help
putting out our various issues. At least, that’s what it looked
like the meetings were for. They were really just to hone my
stand-up and to get laid.”
She stretches her legs out straight, rests her achilles’
tendons on shins.
“Well, at one meeting this heinous-looking girl showed up.
Zits a-plenty, and always wearing this same idiot grin. Well, she
turned out to be quite eager to do most of the shit work that
needed to be done. I had no problem with this, even if it meant
spending hours with her at my house in the room where we put
together the magazine. Or in the computer room. It didn’t bother
me when my housemates pointed and whistled or when Nina(her real
...End of the part2. To be continued..