The problem with having a name like Sherri?
Men always feel like they have to burst out in song when they say your name.
A black guy in golf clothes with an orange towel on his shoulder burst out in song as he stepped up to the register today. As if the bad teeth and horrible singing voice weren't bad enough, his main focus for today's shopping trip was to pick up orange Zig Zag's and a Black and Mild cigar.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
A black guy in golf clothes with an orange towel on his shoulder burst out in song as he stepped up to the register today. As if the bad teeth and horrible singing voice weren't bad enough, his main focus for today's shopping trip was to pick up orange Zig Zag's and a Black and Mild cigar.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
@ 8:08 PM
2 Comments:
Holy crap! Just looked at my blogroll... Nobody blogs anymore! Cripes! Part of the thrill of writing is being read.
I hope I'm able to pick up some readers.
.. you've been gone a very long time Sherri... Just keep swimming..
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