So, after a few days of radio silence I just got an email from Muscles. Juicy, right? What will it hold? An explanation of his bizarre behavior? His body receipt as proof that he was actually in jail in Vegas?
Muscles emailed me to....wait for it....wait for it....
ASK IF I WANTED TO BUY HIS U2 TICKETS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Are you frickin' KIDDING me here dude?!?!?! Seriously, the steroids must've fried any brain cells you ever possessed because it takes either HUGE cojones or serious stupidity to email me and ask me THAT.
He said, and I quote, "I remember when I told you I was going to the U2 concert that you wished you could go too, so I thought you might be interested."
Um. MAYBE I said that because while yes, I love me some U2, I wanted to drop a subtle hint to you that you should take me. MAYBE I was having fantasies of standing with your arms around me swaying to "With or Without You." MAYBE I loved the idea of us quitting our jobs...well ME quitting MY job...living like hippies (er, hippies who shower regularly) and becoming roadies for U2, following them to all corners of the world in a big musical lovefest.
But do you REALLY think I said it in hopes that you would sell me your tickets?!!?
Needless to say, I haven't responded.
I still haven't found what I'm lookin' for,
LL
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