Dinner with Dude
Dude: do you play fantasy baseball
Me: No. (wipe that shit-eating grin off your face)
Dude: i drafted the steroid monger
Me: oh really? (i hate both him and you)
Dude: He's not doing so well this year.
Me: I don't keep up with baseball much. (stop smiling. you're creeping me out with your big face and calves)
Dude: Bonds was a steal at the 102nd pick.
Me: Yeah. Probably so. (what smells like radishes and puke?)
Dude: I hope he can produce.
Me: I'm gonna go smash my face against something hard.
Dude: Alright, see ya later! [still smiling]
Me: No. (wipe that shit-eating grin off your face)
Dude: i drafted the steroid monger
Me: oh really? (i hate both him and you)
Dude: He's not doing so well this year.
Me: I don't keep up with baseball much. (stop smiling. you're creeping me out with your big face and calves)
Dude: Bonds was a steal at the 102nd pick.
Me: Yeah. Probably so. (what smells like radishes and puke?)
Dude: I hope he can produce.
Me: I'm gonna go smash my face against something hard.
Dude: Alright, see ya later! [still smiling]
posted by Leonard Peltier at 10:05 PM
2 Comments:
Why is this no longer a dinner with Fister? It doesn't make sense as dinner with dude, much like my life...
Had to make it anonymous. Word about AWESOMEUSA! is spreading like wildfire thru an elephant's crotch. Now shut up, before I put you in a suitcase!
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