August 13, 2004
A Storm Tale
I had a friend going through a bad divorce ten or twelve years ago, and was helping him move to a new place. Sound familiar? Good. Does this? As I was pulling the drawers out of his dresser to lighten the load an envelope fell onto the ground. As it was neither sealed, nor even folded over at the tab, I glanced into it as I picked it up. Inside was a goodly amount of pubic hair.
"What's this!?!" says I.
"Give me that!" says he. Now, I know the term "wistful" can be overused, but trust me here. "We shaved each other one night, and this is all I have to remember her by."
"Okay," says I. "Where do you want this dresser?"
Had I known then about cloning what I know now, there could very well be forty Girls From Peru reaching puberty any day now, ready to destroy the lives of another two score young men in a decade or so.
Says I, wistfully.