Saturday, March 19, 2005

Making up for two days worth of delayed entries

Some skinny black dude with a bad case of desperation approached me and J.Lass last night and implored us to make out with each other. We played along until we realized he was being completely serious. I asked him what he was doing at a mall after hours soliciting girls anyway. His blonde companion cracked a smile. He, on the other hand, wasn't amused and replied that he wasn't soliciting anybody because he genuinely wanted to see us happy ... making out ... "for [our] own pleasure."

"How much is it going to take?" he shouted as we started to walk away. "How many drinks will I need to buy you?"

"Well, she doesn't drink," answered J.Lass, "and I'm Irish. So good luck with that."

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