Monday, April 25, 2005

Close Call

SETTING: M. Biologique's apartment.

SCENE: I'm eating oatmeal and reading Infiltrating the IRA: Dead Ground by Raymond Gilmour. M. Biologique is laughing, commenting how at home I make myself feel. Suddenly, my back straightens and I eye him suspiciously:

"What did you just call my book?"

"Bumblefuck?"

"Where'd you get that word from?"

"What do you mean where I got that from? It's a word we use in the States."

"You haven't found my blog have you?"

"No, but you watch. I will one day. Soon."

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