David C. Garcia, Master of the Social Faux Pas
In less then one week, I will be a happily married man. This is great for several reasons. Firstly, I love Meggie. Secondly, in marrying Meggie, I will have someone to call me on my idiocy.
This evening, I went over to 7-Eleven to get a pack of cigarettes and some Iced Tea. It was stupid of me to drive because I have yet to get my new tags and don’t really need another ticket.
Anyways, as I was walking in, the store clerk (who weighs about 400 lbs. and who I am sure is mildly retarded and/or smokes an ounce of weed before work each night) greets me, chuckles and says, “Nice shirt.” I completely forgot I was wearing this garment:
Yeah, that’s one of my “indoors t-shirts.”
Kick me, I’m clueless.
- David C. Garcia
Brandon J. Carr Said,
August 25, 2008 @ 2:16 pm
Please define the word “strupid” for me. Thanks.
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David C. Garcia Said,
August 25, 2008 @ 2:20 pm
BRANDON:
Thank you. It’s been corrected.
And because I can’t think of a clever retort, I’m kicking you a Devil’s Point.
Hi-OOOOO!
Brandon J. Carr Said,
August 25, 2008 @ 2:21 pm
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David C. Garcia Said,
August 25, 2008 @ 2:22 pm
DEVIL’S POINT.