I Spy...Someone Kissing

After work I stop and pick up the pictures I had developed. The minute I get to the car I light a cigarette and dig in to see what photos have been captured. I know I didn’t take a single one of the pictures and that Vagina Jane can sometimes have an evil eye behind the lens. People posing at a party, some chicks flashing, our friend Baby Girl streaking through a party booty butt naked except for knee high black stripper boots. And then I see it. Two gigantic heads taking up the whole shot. I sit for a second. Well, it’s pretty obvious that it’s me and I am definitely kissing someone. I stare at the back of the head of the guy and think hard. And then it comes back to me. Holy shit, the first night I kissed FB in the bathroom. I vaguely remembered a huge flash of light in our eyes. That little bitch.

I head up to find FB and show him the pics. He laughs his ass off. He is especially touchy feeling tonight and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We have a some drinks and make our way over to the dart board. Preach bitches that if we’d “stop all that hugging and kissing and focus on darts we’d be a much better team.” FB and I point out that we’re a great team anyway. No one is bringing us down tonight.