By some serendipitous twist of fate my sweet, bless-ed Reef flip flops have come home to me!!! It was miraculous: I was at home slaving away on my next blog post when the sky opened up and a chorus of angels spewed forth some form of angelic host-like musical number (mostly "aaah, aaaahh, aaaaaaaahhhhhs") and my sweet flippers descended from heaven into my awaiting (heaving) bosom.
Or the person who ended up with the flip flops gave them to Cynthia... who then brought them home for me, where I was most likely drinking beer, sleeping or a combination of the two.
Either way I'm walking comfortably again with a renewed sense of tanned masculinity, which is then quickly snapped away when my sweet Cynthia reminds me with her dark Mexican (unfair advantage) skin that my hard earned farmer's tan reminds her of the backside of a postage stamp. Thank you Love.
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1 comment:
i was promised a story about a dog eating these. you've failed me for the last time donnie baker.
-g
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