I have a spare ticket to the sold-out Chuck Palahniuk reading on Monday May 28.
You can have the ticket for free, but only if you're a really hot chick. I'm not going to try to get you in the sack or anything; I just like hot chicks and I like being seen in their company... it makes me feel like a big man.
If you're a guy, or a chick who ain't hot, you can't have the ticket. I'll just throw it away. I'm like that. And it's good.
So... the ticket is yours for the taking just for being a hot chick.
And if you wear a vintage cocktail dress I'll take you to dinner, too. We don't have to converse.
Dude. Really? Welcome to 2007. Any woman who knows who reads Chuck Palahniuk is unlikely to fall for this crap. Moron.
Oh, and anyone who will be at the reading, keep an eye out for this guy. He'll probably be the only idiot with an empty seat beside him.
As I was writing this, I told my hubby... check out his reaction. Funny. :)
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