She had but one goal: to learn the name of a male in the congregation. The males were few in number and after six weeks, not one had emerged to proclaimed himself as one to possess an identity. In the after feast, she and her wing-woman sat at an empty table, inviting fate to give her what she wanted. Then they came. Tyler and Blake. Talkative, friendly, interested. And respectively 3 and 6.
4 comments:
ahahhah! i love it. the 3 and 6 year olds are way more fun than the morons you and i are waiting for, HRH. ;)
Hahahaha. Dang.
Funniest thing I've read all day. And I have been immersed in the handmade ryan gosling tumblr feed. So that's saying a lot.
Guess who my new blog BFF is? I can't wait to get reading because I think you are SO funny! :)
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