SO I LOST A BET: the other night which required me to go walkah shirtless to the store for smokes in the snow. (Apparently the 7 ELEVENs here don't enforce the "NO SHIRT/NO SHOES: NO SERVEESE" law).
So I say fuck it & walk fast into the joint like this & the girl behind the counter DIDN'T EVEN BAT A FUCKING EYE, which says a lot about what's she's used to seeing at 2am on a Tuesday night... In fact, the only thing that got her attention were the scratches on my chest:.
"You remind me of the Superman when me & my son watch the movies on TV but he has an "S" and you look-a-like you have a "W" there instead" she says.
So I answer (in between shivers):.
"Yeah but the "S" on Superman actually stands for 'HOPE'...this "W" on me stands for 'HOPELESS'.... Can I get matches?".
**DISCLAIMER: The events in this story are 400% true. Names have not been changed because the author did not fucking supply any. Nor did the friends back at the author's apartment receive ANY of said cigarettes acquired during the duration of his punishment. Neither we or the Author condone any acts of venturing anywhere for cigarettes Shirtless or without the proper clothing required for temperatures of 29 degrees F or below..especially if you have the physique of a 40 yr old Harrison Ford, as the Author does.
Superman is a registered trademark of DC COMICS.
Lv, Julian Stockdale, Life Coach
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