Nothing burns in your stomach like the shame telling a semi-dirty joke to a bunch of clients you later learn comprises half of the residents at the nearby monastery.
Plain clothes monks? Are you $#!%%!ng me? Why are they undercover? To avoid detection by the devil? Pretty sure, "thou shalt not wear disguises" is the 11th commandment or something. That's why my mommy told me we don't celebrate Halloween. Oh, right. That's not common.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Stop right there. That's exactly where I lost it. See that line? Well, I never should have crossed it
Posted by David Dinsmore at 4:22 PM
Labels: From the car (my new desk)
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