61

I know a girl whos obsessed with a guy ,

  • I know a girl whos obsessed with a guy , she talks gor hours and still tomorrow she calls again , and when he thinks this could be the end .. she calls again at 6 in the morning ,
  • The guy was getting annoyed because the girl kept calling him. To calm his annoyance, he went to his kitchen opened his fridge and got a pickle out of it. After he took the pickle
  • out of the jar, he took a long swig of the pickle juice. Draining it, he tossed the pickle back in the jar and let out a righteous belch. Whew, that was a close one, he thought. A
  • lesser man wouldn't have been able to do that. Good thing I was there, he thought. Why, there isn't a pickled vegetable in existance that I can't avoid eating better than
  • I can shake a stick at it. Or however the saying goes. But I didn't realize this pickled vegetable was a habanero pepper. I at fifteen before I realized
  • that I'd eaten Pedro Gaitero's entire jar. The slowly building heat was excruciating but worse still Pedro hadn't boiled long enough & I got a nasty case of botulism.
  • The medical team at the ER, strangely amused by my wretched experience, started referring to me simply as HotBot & just to tease me, piped Pedro Gaiteiro's music through the hospit
  • tle speakers. It must have been quite a coup for him, first figuring out who he was, then sifting through Bieber & Gaga CDs at the local WalMart to find a copy. My HotBot nick went
  • crazy not understanding why he found the urge to look through music failures of this generation. He knew deep down he was more than this.
  • His composition for kazoo and didgeridoo were not for the ears of this generation. But many years in the future, like Mozart, his name was emblazoned on little chocolates.

0 Comments

Want to leave a comment?

Sign up!