Yesterday I was walking past a falafel place in Calgary's downtown when I overheard a conversation going on between a vagabond on the sidewalk, and a dude (girlfriend in tow) who was sitting on the patio eating.
V- ". . . I've got a rectum a mile long. . ."
D- (distinct look of dismay)
I have no idea what that has to do with anything.
I would've given him some pocket change to not repeat that statement while I was eating.
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