Saturday, April 01, 2006

Friday Afternoon


Allan stared into his barren fridge, sifting through the bottles of mustard, bbq sauce, and all other imaginable condiments. Strange that a person would have copious amounts of condiments and nothing to put those condiments on; unless ofcourse you count a picked through bag of trailmix sans smarties. He looks frustrated, perturbed, as he pushes around a jar of salsa.

"I want something, like...uhh liquidy you know? Do you have any money?"

"Do you mean a DRINK al?"

"No baby, I said MMOOONNNNNEEEEYYYY!"

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, i dont remeber visiting that playground....

somthing is fishy.

who, are you?

3:14 PM  
Blogger lowercasecarmen said...

That was when I slipped you the date rape drug sweety. Ofcourse you don't remember.

4:06 PM  

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