Apr 1, 2007

but my hands...

Today while having brunch at Juan in a Million, a little boy shushed me.
I saw a man getting a face drawn on his chest. I saw two people riding those tall bikes, where they weld two bikes basically on top of each other and one person rides it and cannot touch the ground, anyway, the ratio of tall bikes to mullets was 1:1.
I saw a girl at a gas station haggle with the guy behind the counter over her purchase of gas, ice, and soda. It worked.
I gave my birthday balloons to my friend who tied them to a cute girl's bike that he knows.
The song Happy Birthday was sung to me around four times today, three full times and two kind of half-assed times=4.
I am reading Sean Wilsey's Oh the Glory of it All and in it, his father tells him in a public restroom to wash his hands before he pees, "your penis isn't dirty, but your hands are."
That is how I feel today. My penis is clean, but my hands...
They are filthy.


Who made this? I cannot remember what comic this is.
Whoever tells me gets a beer.

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