Garrett Nickelsen Tastes Like Fart
“Ew. Diet Coke tastes like… like fart.” He snorted and knocked back the last of his beer.
I just scoffed and gave him a look over my shoulder. “No…you taste like fart.”
“Really now?” He chuckled and scooted closer on the warm bench, his leg making full contact with mine. “How can you be so sure what I taste like?”
Featuring Garrett Nickelsen of The Maine.
(Thanks in whole to Sam, whom without to help me out, this story would've ended up in my "Stuff I probably will never seriously work on" folder. No, seriously, it exists and this would've been in there without her.)
I just scoffed and gave him a look over my shoulder. “No…you taste like fart.”
“Really now?” He chuckled and scooted closer on the warm bench, his leg making full contact with mine. “How can you be so sure what I taste like?”
Featuring Garrett Nickelsen of The Maine.
(Thanks in whole to Sam, whom without to help me out, this story would've ended up in my "Stuff I probably will never seriously work on" folder. No, seriously, it exists and this would've been in there without her.)