Hazy Memory

I’m pretty sure I got propositioned last night.

By a dwarf.

By a dwarf guy.

By a dwarf guy dressed like a leprechaun.

By a dwarf guy dressed like a leprechaun outside the Hooters Casino.

I’m pretty sure I said no.

Where did these tiny green socks in my suitcase come from?

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This entry was posted on Friday, March 17th, 2006 at 11:51 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

One Response to Hazy Memory

  1. ESPACE YOGA says:
    December 20, 2007 at 10:38 am

    Amazing writing! Maria

    Reply

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