“Forty? Hah! I’m fifty years old. And you know what? I still got it.” Timothy lifts his shirt to reveal a six-pack, and flexes.
“Oh Alan, you must meet Paul.”
“How did he get here?”
“Oh he just walked by and someone invited him in - I’m telling you, it’s just like the old Village here. And he [...]
Half Past Eleven In The Garden Of Bafflement
September 15th, 2008 · No Comments
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