A collection of consciousness with a side of mashed potatoes
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Remnant of a dream...
I'm at an informal dinner party, we've already eaten and I'm standing outside with a friend and his mother. For some reason I need to induce vommiting in this woman (maybe the food was bad?) She understands what I need to do and she says, "it ain't thatched roof so hand over the vodka."