first story:
i looked at him. he looked right back. instantly all the advice that i have heard over the years came rushing back to my head.
"dont go into dark places in deep ellum"
"if they eat trash, they are capable of anything. especially violence."
i remained calm and assured him "i am not after you, i am just taking the trash out."
i threw the trash into the can and immediately he came towards me very quickly. i (being the man that i am) screamed like a little girl and ran back inside.
then i went and got all my friends and made them come look.
after all its not every day that a racoon invades an inner city trash can.
story two:
two girls (somewhat attractive, but obciously young. more than likely high schoolers) came into the store. one girl ordered a latte'
"single?" i asked (referring of course to the amount of espresso she wanted)
"h-h-huh?!" the girl replied
(she thought i was asking her out)
yeah, it was funnier when it happened.
the end
6:06 a.m. - 1997-08-30
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