I'm not sure how long I had looked like this. I only spoke to one person, but he didn't see to think it was important to point out to me that I had a blue strip on my lip. We were laughing and talking in the driveway, in broad daylight.
Joe takes one good look at me and stiffles a giggle, than salutes me like I'm Hitler. I asked him, why did you just do that? He giggled some more. I walked to the bathroom. Sho enough, there was my blue Hitler stash. Some friends are better than others.
1 comment:
Um, I m embarrassed for you.
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