Jesus H. Christ sold me cigarettes last night. He was working at the BP station I randomly chose to stop at for the pack. He was reading a bible. I noticed the irony of the situation and asked, "Taking a look at your biography?" He didn't make the connection or even allude the fact that he knew what the hell I was talking about.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment