Reversal of Fortune
Not really a story, but it's tired and I don't have the energy to write the other story I planned.
He's talking on the phone to me at the 3:30 mark. I can hear him falling asleep on the other end of the line.
"We are the champions," I say.
"No," he corrects me, "you're the champion, I am the cheerleader."
It doesn't occur to me until after he hangs up to ask him if I still get to wear the little skirt.
He's talking on the phone to me at the 3:30 mark. I can hear him falling asleep on the other end of the line.
"We are the champions," I say.
"No," he corrects me, "you're the champion, I am the cheerleader."
It doesn't occur to me until after he hangs up to ask him if I still get to wear the little skirt.
posted by Bad Bunni at 7:30 AM
4 Comments:
Oh, no. He should totally get to wear the little skirt. I would pay you cold hard cash to see that. ;)
how much?
Uhhhhh...a lot?
Actually, you've earned the right to name your price after 24 hours of running 2 1/2 blogs. Say the word, babe.
you know, if it were anyone else I would but I know that you and Lloyd have been having an evil month and pesonally I'd rather you keep your money and the two of us go blow it Lush products and beer back in NYC
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