I went to a lounge on Saturday night with some friends. We basically talked and listened to some easy music and then eventually made our way to Bossa Nova Pizza eatery. I was told some guy at the lounge was interested. No thrill 'cause I have Noodle Roni and its always a no for club guys. So he decides to come over to the table. He says, "Hey baby! Can you hold this in your purse for me, baby?" I didn't get mad. I didn't get an attitude, at least I don't think I did. I just slowly shook my head no as he continued to try and persuade me to do this small favor. I eventually stopped shaking my head and he found another place to hold HIS MARIJUANA FILLED BLUNT. That's when my friends and I blew that popsicle joint and headed a couple doors down to Bossa Nova on Sunset Blvd.
Let me tell you, chivalry is not just dead. Chivalry has been shredded, burned, buried, and drowned!
