True Story: The first time Pump met me he says he knew he liked me. Not that he thought I was the one or that he would marry me, just that he knew he liked me. Why, you ask?
Pump: Because you stood up in class (in college) and had big boobs and you were a wreck and you used big words, like knowledge.
True Story: The first time Pump asked me to “hang out” with him we were sitting on a bench in a campus building.
Pump: You want to go to the $2 movie tonight?
Me: Sure.
Pump: Can I borrow $2 dollars?
True Story: The first time Pump and I went on a date and shared a meal together he looked at me across the table and said, “You know… People die”…
True story: The first time my Mom & brother met Pump, he and I were living in Los Angeles. My brother came down from San Fransisco and my Mom came out from Alabama. (Thanks Goodness. I had exactly $1 dollar to my name when she stepped off the plane).
We went to Santa Monica Pier. My mom & brother had known Pump for about 2 hours. He had already yelled, “Hey Fuckers” to another road-rager in the car in front of my Southern Belle Mom. Walking down the pier, Pump farted out loud and blamed it on my brother.
We went to a restaurant for lunch. Pump leaves the table to go to the bathroom. I look at my family members with a “well, what do you think” look.
Mom: Well, I think he’s kind of an innocent.
My brother and I: No, he’s an idiot…
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That picture really is fitting for this Pump guy