Who's 'Bob'?
I was just rummaging through my wallet trying to find my Rx card, and came across two numbers I got at Pride.
While I know who I got one card from, I have no idea who 'Bob' is, and why his cell is scribbled on a cocktail napkin.
I have this nagging feeling I made out with more than one person at Pride.
Maybe it's 'Bob'.
Too bad I don't remember him, and it's past the statute of limitations on the follow-up call.
Looks like I had more fun than I thought.
While I know who I got one card from, I have no idea who 'Bob' is, and why his cell is scribbled on a cocktail napkin.
I have this nagging feeling I made out with more than one person at Pride.
Maybe it's 'Bob'.
Too bad I don't remember him, and it's past the statute of limitations on the follow-up call.
Looks like I had more fun than I thought.
3 Comments:
Isn't it funny how sometimes "Pride" can lead to that horrible, head-slap moment of guilt where you wonder, "Okay, what, and who, did I do yesterday."
Does anyone know if someone throws an after-Pride brunch or something called "Shame"?
I think 'Bob' is a friend of 'Kneel's'
Quaker - This year was tame compared to Prides of yesteryear.
Lioux - 'Bob and Neal? Or is that just what you do?'
Ha.
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