Now if I tried that, I'd get a face full of pepper spray and a trip downtown in a nice, shiny Police car.
These folksy, wholesome Lake Woebegone-esque tales simply don't work in the real world.
And very rarely do you have sex with a lingerie model that you just met five minutes ago.
Now, as it happens, just yesterday I started work on a story about a woman who, being chronically "too busy to shop," swoops into a supermarket on her way home, grabs a convenient, already filled shopping cart that's not being watched, and races off to the checkout lines before the person who filled it can notice or protest.
Too weird, Gerard. Simply too weird.
Life is nothing if not entertaining.
These are very sweet. I love it when I have conversations like that.
Well, it seems to work for him on the west side of L.A. I like the concept, but I'm too much like Mr. McFly from Back to the Future, "I just can't stand... confrontation." But I'm going to give it a try.
P.S. Gerard, can you help me out with bail money in case this backfires? ;-)
- Mumblix Grumph
Er...so the times when one does have sex with the lingerie model, what does one do with the other four minutes?.......