I walked to a local Subway restaurant from my office this afternoon. On the way back, sandwich in hand, I encountered, crumpled in the dust on the side of the road, a pair of women's yellow thong underwear. A little further down the road, there was an empty miniature bottle of Listerine. Further still, a condom wrapper. And finally! A used condom.
I'm not saying all the items were somehow related, necessarily, but a man could come up with a fairly entertaining narrative to connect them all, if he were so inclined.
I'm so inclined. . .
Posted by Ryan at June 10, 2008 12:49 PM | TrackBackYour roadside is far more interesting than ours. All we have are dead bodies and smashed bottles of Corona.
Posted by: Erik at June 10, 2008 02:04 PMIn my barrio, at the end of that trail, you'd have a crack whore and transient still fucking behind the dumpster. Drunk on Listerine. High on crack. But using their condom cuz damn, you could get a disease.
Posted by: Donna at June 11, 2008 08:27 AMRyan, you need to quit following me.
Posted by: Autumn at June 12, 2008 09:00 AM
Stumble It!
