And her breath was like a wet ashtray. I mean man she reeked of cigs. Now I am you easy going kind of guy when it comes to smells. We let ndspinelli hang around here and he is always farting. But this bitch smelled to high heaven.
So I go to her "So how are you Kate. Haven't seen you since last year. Was Santa good to you." She goes "Yeah and my Dad too. They brought me a bunch of cigarettes." "Cool."
You gotz to love Santa. But maybe dear old Dad is trying to tell you something.
Ya think?
No comments:
Post a Comment