Hi! There's a certain drunken perkiness to those photos. The woman in the pointy hat looks like she knows about STUFF.
Like S - E - X, maybe.
I don't know how I can tell that.
I hope she's not a rare nun order.
I had a really good friend, when we were young, in the Rocky Mountains. He called me up one day, after I hadn't heard from him for a bit, and he said he'd broken his knee. Cap. Or whatever you break, there. I haven't broken that one, so I don't know.
We talked, and he said it hurt a lot and bad and I said, eventually, of course, "How did you break it?"
He said, "I was on Third Avenue, hitchhiking home, and I fell in a manhole."
Well, that sounded just a little bit funny, to me, and I started to laugh. Also, I thought maybe he was kidding, and had just made that up, on the spot. And I thought that was a funny way to say what happened, and I laughed some more, and he hung up on me, and wouldn't talk to me for days.
He got really mad.
One of my sisters broke her ankle stepping off a curb.
Big stupid. |
