May 2012
- Chris Zell
- Dec 29, 2017
- 1 min read
We’re at a restaurant. . .
Posted on May 31, 2012
. . .that needs a name to call you when you’re table is ready. I tell the hostess there are two parties. She says that’s fine. I give her the two names and go to the bar to be called. After a short time she calls our party.
“Adcock-Slater party. Adcock-Slater.”
Yes, I know I am juvenile so I don’t need to be reminded.
How come. . .
Posted on May 26, 2012
. . .anyone who says, “I don’t want any drama!” says it so dramatically?
Do you know. . .
Posted on May 25, 2012
. . .what’s more distracting than a hip, happening 60+ year old guy rocking an earring? A hip, happening 60+ year old guy rocking an ear ring surrounded by ear hair.
Two days in a row for way too early conversations.
Posted on May 19, 2012
“If you don’t do this for me I’ll put a curse on you.”
“Ma’am, I’m married. Someone beat you to it.”
Is it too early to say this to someone?
Posted on May 18, 2012
“Please. Stop talking because your words are like vomit in my ears.”
I think it is.
You know what you never see?
Posted on May 17, 2012
A suicide wearing a Hawaiian shirt.
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