me sitting on the foot of the bed - him on the floor at the foot of the bed
simon: how did u get that scar under your chin?
me: wow - no one ever notices that scar - ya know, it being UNDER my chin and everyone being like a head taller than me.
simon: well, i am on the floor and looking up
me: weird - some people have known me for years and don't know i have that scar
simon: so how'd u get it? it was a bar fight wasn't it?
me: no. i fell in a rice bin.
simon: a rice bin! HAHAHAHAHA
me: u think i'm joking? i'm dead serious!
simon: how the hell did u manage that?
me: with very much idiocy. so, i'm liking the bar fight story.
simon: yea - u should tell people u had the girl in a head lock, but she got her hand free and grabbed a bottle, smashed it and nicked u in the chin with it.
me: it's a good story! i'm stickin to it!
simon: don't forget to add - but if u think this is bad, u should see the girl after i threw her out the window. she's a down-right mess!
me: perfect! i love it!
simon: i'm gonna call u Rice Bin from now on.
later that day...
simon: wanna chip?
me: no thanx.
simon: u'd like them, they're rice chips - just don't go diving in head first.
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