i can't stop your memory from breaking my heart

I had a dream last night that I was at this girl's house with no pants on and there was a magician who made me put on a fake plastic butt and he pinched it real hard and an ace of spades popped out.

I woke up, scratched my balls, and went back to sleep with a worried look on my face.

I told a friend of this girl and I suppose she went and yapped her mouth like girls do and I got the following email today at work even though she sits not ten feet away:

< WHY ARE YOUR PANT AT MY HOUSE?

And being the clever bastard that I am, I wrote back:

< pant? just one leg of them are there?

And I got:

> NO... ONLY ONE LEG IS THERE.

Touche!

In other news, I hate getting haircuts.

September 27, 2001 | 5:12 p.m.

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