Everyone loses the name-that-tail contest and now you all have to buy me dinner at DQ instead. And Henri gets to come, which he knows, which is why he's licking his chops.
A blog about living in South Philly, trying to write fiction, taking pictures, watching bad TV, and eavesdropping on the subway.
2 comments:
why did i think it was emmacarol? emmacarol doesn't hide, she's a stage hog. damn you henri!
And now she's too fat to fit under the bed.
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