Conversations after a few bourbons
My brother in law on his six foot eight, 300 pound friend:
It’s the damnedest thing. That big ol’ boy has phobias of clowns, midgets, and spiders. Seriously, that dude would totally loose his mind if an eight-legged clown midget said boo. Not me, though. I fear the things you’re supposed to fear. Like my daughter one day becoming a stripper.
Alrighty, then.
May 22nd, 2007 at 10:20 am
Or my son becoming a hairdresser.