Michaela: So, should we get a car?
Me: Yes. Finish this whiskey. I have car service numbers.
Josh: OK. I just have to find my pants. (Off our look, as we realize he is still wearing only gold lame hot-pants.) What? My phone is in the pocket.
Showing posts with label much more metal than you. Show all posts
Showing posts with label much more metal than you. Show all posts
Monday, April 28, 2008
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