How we are sometimes

One night hangingĀ  out with my friends a couple of years ago, I met a really nice good-looking blonde wearing a shirt from The Clash. Obviously, I made my move about music and how much I loved UK old punk ( which at a certain point I do). We start to making out and the next week I had a big mohawk along with my Never mind the Bollocks T-Shirt. Blondes…. fuck. I’m an idiot.

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