The wacky misadventures of my life. Also known as, I have no one to talk to other than my computer. But Doogie Howser did it, so it's got to be cool, right?

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Outside the grocery store

Dude (points to scar on my leg): Is that a hickie?
Me: No, I fell down and scraped my leg.
Dude: Who helped you up?
Me: My boyfriend. (imaginary, duh)
Dude: Can I call you sometime?
Me: I don't think my boyfriend would like that. (imaginary, duh)
Dude: It's because I'm too dark, isn't it?
Me: No.
Dude: Does he suck on your toes?
Me: No.
Dude: Man, then you ain't got nothing.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

If you don't let me suck on your toes, it's like you're calling me the "N" word!!!

6:17 PM

 
Anonymous Allen said...

OMG I almost shot lemonade out my nose. I came here after a search for "Bud Cort" and found your journal very cute/amusing/entertaining. :D

6:28 AM

 
Blogger urlilfrenchfry said...

Thanks, strangers! Don't be a stranger!

7:30 AM

 

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