Dale got drunk, stole a
Trans Am, got in a high speed chase, evaded police, then crashed into a hospital. He called me and said he was framed. Then he begged me to bail him out. What a
Dickerson.
Lady 1: “Remember Eric? He was an awesome quarterback for state before he blew out his knee. Whatever happened to him?”
Lady 2: “He's selling used cars in
Albuquerque. Really happy for the guy – he got so strung out on
crack that he was working as a
prostitute to support his addiction, his
pimp named Sweet Micky, and two Pomeranian. He was in full
Dickerson mode.”
Ben was at the bar claiming he served two tours in
Iraq. Some college girls were impressed. Then a marine named Johnny called him on his
shit. Mark said he's never seen anyone get so red so quick. Classic
Dickerson.
