Friday, August 8, 2003

Yesterday, when I was young.

Was reminded of a funny thing that happened to me during my wild and crazy party days.

I was at a party, drinking and smoking, when this guy walked up to me with a shit-eatin� grin on his face and whipped out his �little soldier�.

I didn�t even bat an eyelash. I leaned over like I was trying to see what it was.

I straightened up and said in a sympathetic voice. �Birth defect or war wound?�

God, I miss the old days.

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