Jean came up to visit me from Daytona Beach a few months ago. Hep me bleed my brakes. Really! Well, after the brakes was bled, I was feeling a little bad. Hungover from the night before, and a little squirrely from that day's Budweisers.
So I asked Jean if she minded if I took a little power nap. She was gracious, of course, and sat out back having a cigarette or two whilst I enjoyed my golden slumbers.
Here's the funny part: I'd bought a new pair of flops, and apparently the black dye just leaked right into my skin, so when I woke up, I looked at the soles of my feet, and they were as black as a nigra baby's ass. I'm sure Jean saw them, but she never said a word. Probably thought I was a Tiger Ridger, or something.
Anyway, we had dinner at the Outback Crab Shack, and she went home. I kept wanting to ask her if she'd seen my black feet, but I knew she had, and was being polite.
Posted by Velociman at July 16, 2007 7:33 PM