The Stuff from Duff

Due to situations out of my control and desperate need, I had to go to someone else for the goods this week.  I felt bad, but I let Deliman know ahead of time, so I felt a little better about it.  And I went to:

This guy.

 

Small recap:  his face is no longer mishapen and hideous.  But he still does have the fair hands.  At least he's making strides in the right direction. 

 

Duff told me to meet him at his house around 9 so we could go pick up together.  Well, in my experience, he's always late so I didn't plan on getting there until closer to 10.  I think we finally met up around 9:45.  Now, let me just paint this picture for you:

• I had a long day at work.  I wanted to smoke.
• I was PMSing.  I wanted to smoke.
• I didn't have anything to smoke.
• I had to drive 40 minutes to meet this guy at his house only to find out he HADN'T EVEN CALLED HIS GUY yet. 

He gets into my car and we head to this guys house.  Now, the reason we had to go so late was because he was "running errands" which, apparently, is Duff speak for getting sloshed. 

 

 



So, not only does he smell like Scope and Whiskey, he also smells like he literally RAN his errands. 

He had the courtesy to rinse his mouth, but not to put on deodarant.  Or, I guess bathing in Axe, which I would expect to be more his style.  As if whiskey breath and BO isn't bad enough, this mother fucker starts farting. 

 

 

 

 



UGGGHHHH.  I got the goods, dropped him off and got the fuck out.  Oh, and he may or may not have rapped to me on the way home.  It was awkward.  I was stoned.  I hope I never have to do that again.