Thursday, March 12, 2009

diary...

day 3.

While writing an email I started drooling unknowingly. Later, a girl six years younger and several inches shorter than I asked who would win if we got in a fist fight. I told her I would. She said she couldn't believe that I would hit a younger and much smaller girl. I told her she forgot she was talking to a goddamn goon on steroids. I no longer refer to them as "home runs", they are now known to me exclusively as "dingers". 


number of weights lighted: 31
number of dingers hit: 22


1 comment:

  1. So your juicin' now? And never asked if I wanted in? What kind of person doesn't offer their steroids?

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