Sunday, February 05, 2006

Dirty Plate

DIRTY PLATE

Yesterday Jay called me all bent out of shape.

“Chris has been out of town and I haven’t talked to him in four days. Then he calls me ten minutes ago and do you know what the first sentence out of his mouth is? ‘Who drank my Dr. Peppers and left some shit in my room?’ Can you believe that ass hole? Four days and that’s all he can say to me? He makes me so mad sometimes.

“I told him I was planning on buying him some new Dr. Peppers. And I’ll admit I did drink his Dr. Peppers, but I was going to replace them. I only had four, and left a glass and a dirty plate in his room.

"I guess I could have picked that up.”