Fair enough. One of the hottest blondes I’ve ever known was named Ashley. Texas girl in Nashville for college. Fun story (kind of) about her:
My brother, then a sophomore in HS, comes to visit me at college for the weekend. I happen to be performing in a showcase that night in our little 5,000-seat basketball arena, and UK had a basketball game on TV that afternoon. Needless to say, we started drinking and smoking bud around noon and never stopped. Can’t remember if UK won or not, but later that night I had to leave to go set up. Back at my apartment, fine ass Ashley swings by to party before they all roll to the event. Her, my brother, and my roommates. She starts pouring vodka shots and is hellbent on getting my bro wasted. “You took one without me, now you have to take another one” type shit. I can’t recall us eating dinner that night, at least not before I left.
They get to the showcase, sit down in some row on the arena floor, and within 15 minutes....my HS brother is projectile-vomiting all over the people in the row in front of them. I was done performing and was loading up my equipment backstage when this happened. Thank goodness for my roommate, who managed to whisk my bro out of there and back to the apartment without getting caught up.
Ashley transferred after two years, but damn. She was THAT kind of hot blonde. The one that makes you do stupid shit. Memories, bro.
Never happened.