Saturday, May 14, 2005


Jessica: dude what the fuck i literally have 35 fucking matchbooks from that last bar we were at

Zander: wow, really? i only have like 17

Zander: but i also have an access card to "Morgan's", whatever the hell that is

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Maybe not quite as mysterious as the time in college when I woke up with an 8-ball in my pocket, but still...where do I pick these things up?


Anonymous said...

at least u didnt wake up w/ a fat whore in ur bed. that always sux.

Cristin said...

8 ball.. of coke? Or, like, a Magic 8 Ball? Either way, you're a winner.

Zander said...

anonymous -- Thanks for putting it all in perspective, much appreciated, I assure you.

cristin -- Actually it was an 8-ball from an actual pool table. Probably from a frat house where they would have kicked my ass if they had seen me slipping that puppy into my pocket. Which would have sucked, cause it's not like I had my own pool table to give it a home anyway.

emla said...

Shoot, I was hoping for the fortune telling kind.