07.05.2009
“This weekend I was in the grocery store, and they had all these gold coins, right, for Hannukkah or whatever the fuck?” She sighed and twisted the hem of her skirt in her hands. “I wanted to stuff them in my pockets and down my shirt.”
“Did you,” the counselor prompted.
She looked exasperated. “No, but I wanted to! That’s insane, right? They’re CHOCOLATE!”
“Yar, TASTY chocolate,” the man to her right interjected. He wore an eye patch and grinned at her with a row of glinting gold teeth.
“Shut the FUCK up, Doug.”
“Let’s pause for a cigarette break.”
i never could wrap my head around this one. but something about it i never forgot either. i think it’s the sudden stop which sets me askew. but i LOVe the chocolate ;}
Do pirates buy brand or do they roll their own?
…and then you just didn’t come back :/
i miss you. i really do
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