Men at Work: Fixing Eggholes April 27, 2008
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If only they’d come to the Cabot Trail and fix the potholes!
Blogged with Flock
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If only they’d come to the Cabot Trail and fix the potholes!
Blogged with Flock
I’m at Pearson, waiting for my flight to depart. Laurie and Scott are heading to Mexico, but no one is heading on JetsGo. JetsGo is no more. A woman, plump, walks by wearing cream pants and a black leather jacket. She must’ve been wearing a black scarf too, but you couldn’t tell. All you could see was a black tail dangling between her legs, trapped by her fat thighs. If only her scarf hadn’t been black or her pants cream.
Though I suppose a black tail is better than an electric blue or lime green one.
In the restaurant, a married couple is fighting while having a few beers. Their children are exploring the Murray Premises while they’re talking about getting divorced.
The mother is worried about her children. “Don’t talk to strangers,” she tells them once, twice, three times. She watches them scramble away before she turns to her husband to ask about the other woman.