As I was driving home from the gym through Little Mexico (proper name is Old Midvale) I found my future man. Stopped at the stop light in front of me, in the big double tired Dodge truck that was huge, the man of my dreams kept winking at me in the rear view mirror, waving at me, even took off his sunglasses so I could see his twinkling eyes. He had me when he combed his cowboy hand through his hair, but to ensure the deal, he spit out the window and then smiled at me again.
Dude with the humongous S.P. truck: call me, I'm yours.
4 comments:
Hot! I'm sure it will be love at first spit.
Guess I should have started chewing tobacco 4 years ago when you started teaching across the hall from me. *wink, wink*
Oh my gosh, Joanna!!! YOU ROCK! That is hilarious. Well I hope your spitting prince will find you again. ;)
Ha ha! Classic. I love the 8th grader conversation as well. You scored with the Yoga frog find. Definitely a keeper!
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