I don't much care for hot dogs. Gimme a bratwurst, kielbasa, whatever, but hot dogs are not on the list of must-have foods for me.
Today Pam asked; "I'm asking just to be polite: do you want a hot dog?"
I made a face and shook my head.
"Ok, cuz the one time I don't ask, you'll be all like 'why didn't you make me one?'"
I went back to my game. She came back a few minutes later and started writing on her computer. Then she said, "mmm, that's good."
"What's good?" I asked.
"Hot dog."
"Hog dog?? Why didn't you make me one?"
Pause.
"Because I can't stab you with it."
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
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This blog is so going to become the online version of the Book of Pam
Hmmmm.... could be, Rabbit.
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