For the first time in weeks I decided to give it a shot at going out to a Club again with the Boys. The usual, The Cure, The Strokes, Youth of America; Wipers. I wasn`t really looking to get hammered. All chicks were obviously on other wavelength. I checked out your smirk behind the bar, and while you carried those useless bricks full of beers that we like so much, I stole a quick kiss from your lips. Oh my God, what had I committed, I kissed the most unreachable and hot bartender in the club. I stole a few more kisses. You could`t do nothing, you had cases of beers in hand, and comfy snickers. All-Stars for sure. Room on Fire was playing, and I did something more than steal 2 or 3 quick kisses. Must had been all the alcohol and the loud dirty rock n` roll. And your moves and looks. Did you noticed? (stupid question). Me tall guy with old jeans, you, kissed girl behind the bar. Now I feel ashamed to get back to the bar, because I know I have to do the same, or do something greater, better, more fiery. Help me out Boys.

9 replies on “Stealing Kisses”

  1. you are a worthless piece of shit. you stole kisses from the hottest most unreachable bartender ever…Now you want to do something “greater”? Well let me suggest raping her next week, that should be way way better…Fucking Douche Bag. Why dont you go online turn on your camera, and blow your brains out. That is all.

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