The Office crew went
here the other night.
Sat next to the stage, inevitably I was targetted by the evening's M.C.
"And what's your name?" he sneered.
"Mr.D."
He bent down to shake my hand, and got the Hawai'ian shake back. (it's a four-parter)
"Fcuk, you hang out with the guys!" he managed to get out. He was rattled.
"And what brings you here?" (trying to regain the edge).
"The train, usually" he got back.
"Ah, the train. Mr.D., you and I are going to have a great night this evening.
Just the two of us."
Cue taxi for Mr.D.
(I
should have told him my job is a life model and that the artists often run out of chalk when they get to the naughty bits. Mebbe I'll keep that one back for next time?)
Great weekends, y'all.
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:42 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
