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Saturday, August 27, 2005

Of Slurpees & Skeevies

Dear girls who approached Earl and I outside the 7-Eleven on Battleford while we were just enjoying our so-good-but-so-damn-sickening slurpees. When you asked us where we lived and I said east of here I thought I was throwing you off, but unfortunately east is where you needed to go. Now from here I made some bullshit excuse about going to our friend's house while Earl sucked away on his drink too afraid to speak.

The truth is we were going back east, most likely to the exact area you needed to go, but unfortunately you totally skeeved us out. It's weird enough to drive strangers anywhere but throw in the fact it's 2 a.m. and one of you certainly has some form of facial scabies we couldn't get out of there fast enough. Now you may not have been the venereal disease infested, shiv-hiding crack-hos we made you out to be, but you creeped us out none the less. Here's hoping you got home okay and no innocents needed to be stabbed with a spoon you sharpened in the bathroom at the Wendy's across the street.

With Regards,


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