but i look at your pants and i need a kiss
Did I ever tell you about the day Wilford Brimley hit on me? Well, it wasn’t Wilford Brimley, but a guy who looked exactly like him. I was in the Emergency Room waiting for my friend to get out, when he sat down next to me and started throwing mack. He sneaked his way into a conversation with me by asking about my phone. Then he accidentally took a picture of himself:
After that, it was on. He was in the waiting room with me for 6 hours. He gave me his phone number on a piece of paper I saw him pull from the trash can. He followed me to the Coke machine. He followed me to the bathroom. He tried following me to the parking lot, but I made a break for it and lost him.
After that, it was on. He was in the waiting room with me for 6 hours. He gave me his phone number on a piece of paper I saw him pull from the trash can. He followed me to the Coke machine. He followed me to the bathroom. He tried following me to the parking lot, but I made a break for it and lost him.
5 Comments:
Well, at least you have a picture of your stalker to show the police. Poor Wilfred...hope he's not in town at the time they try to catch the REAL stalker.
You are very smart not to eat that man's oatmeal, Chica. Dollops of cream with raisins can have many meanings.
That guy looks a lot like my Uncle... who still lives in Texas. We could have been family!
seriously--glad you have a pic. I bet he reads your blog.
That is high-larious.
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