Comments: Still No Pics

I'm going to set the record straight. I wasn't chatting up that sclerotic vagabond. I merely yelled "Hey! You got a dollar?!? I really need a beer!"

How was I to know he would interpret that as an invitation to brunch? We scattered like vexed ants, alright, except for poor Denny. Had to run interference there.

posted by Velociman on July 28, 2005 09:00 PM


The only place that dude was rushing...was mental...he was toast!

posted by Yabu on July 28, 2005 10:16 PM

Yeah V-Man that's your story.

posted by Denny on July 28, 2005 11:06 PM

Was that before or after you asked him to read your bone, V-man? It makes a difference.

I think he was coming in not to join us for brunch, but rather to stuff his dollar in your g-string after you bared your breasts.

That would have made a great picture, though, Key - the mental dude with his face stuck in the wrought iron fence, mumbling to himself, "Dat one sho has a purty mouf."

posted by Dash on July 28, 2005 11:35 PM

I was thinking about you the whole time...and you know that...Too much fun, eh? You people are f_____g crazy!

posted by Sam on July 29, 2005 05:19 PM
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