The Ball is in Your Court.

A couple of friends and I were at Cafe O in Burbank for our weekly hookah meeting. We were sitting outside, next to a main street, relaxing, sharing stories, enjoying our hookah when all of a sudden one of my friends screamed. The second she did I yelled "OW WHAT THE HELL!" Suddenly my back was throbbing and I was in a lot of pain. We heard a screech and turned to see a car full of boys yelling out their window. We looked around and found the culprit. A tennis ball was laying on the floor. The boys had thrown it from their car. On the ball it said, "Call me" and had a phone number. The manager of the place came out and was asking if I was ok and said he had called the cops. I was fine but my back was throbbing and we were pissed. We called the number and got a voicemail with a message that went something like this... "If you've received one of our balls, consider yourselves lucky. Leave a message with your name and number and we'll show you a good time."

All of us were just laughing at how stupid that pickup attempt was. Boys, if you want to ask girls out ask them, and have the balls to do it in person. Don't throw out the question and then run because then you will never get a response. And for God's sakes don't chuck stuff at them to get their attention, because all that'll get you is bitch slapped, or a medical bill.

On that note, Happy Valentine's Day!