Wednesday, 3 April 2013


  I noticed that there's a spoon emtombed in the crumbling asphalt on my street.  How curious.
  I have an admission to make.  Yearrrrrs ago, when the gang was walking back from another predictably raucous Sunday night at Rhythm and Cues (free pool, 7$ pitchers), I surreptitiously placed a healthy coil of frozen dog shit into this guy Frank's coat pocket.  Not sure why, I think he was pissing me off in some goofy way.  Anyway, I never heard anything about it, but I bet he got a shitty and gross surprise when he woke up.  He musta been like 'Heyyyy!  Huh?  That's fuckin gross!'

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