Wednesday, August 25, 2004

take me now, you witty sex machine

transcript of last nights conversation between me and the little guy who runs the convenient store under our apartment.

* a bit of background * - i have a shirt that says "donuts, it's best for dinner". i was wearing it.

him - (reading....and checking out my boobies no doubt) "donuts, it's best for dinner"
me - "that's right, the best!"
him - (grinning while he takes my money) "are you donuts?"
me - "no, i am not donuts"

and they say romance is dead.