Monday, March 26, 2007


“The beer is getting to you”
Naaah!” I slur, a little.
“Come, let’s go home”
As we step out, the maître de calls him aside.
He comes back grinning and whispers.
“Pull up your zip, Pee
W h a t?”
Here, lemme help you” he winks and pulls me close.
The elevator thankfully was empty.


RustyNeurons said...

:)) this was a good one!

DreamCatcher said...

Rusty: thanks...this was 'real' incase you were wondering :)