What I perhaps neglected to mention in my earlier post was that in the confusion of the moment (eyes still smarting from the fireworks, overwhelming blender activity from Jamba Juice?) I inadvertently gave the Magician to the Rich and Famous my phone number. Not Good...and even worse, it appears I gave him the correct one.
"S...it's the boy next door...I've got my dancing shoes on and I'm waiting for you! We're going to pursue our dance date, actually it's our DOUBLE date with your handsome, suave grandfather...and it's going to be fabulous. So call me back!!"
Whatever happens, I refuse to do the samba.
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3 comments:
oh great, what else do you have in store? STALIN.
xx
jason
Is this one of the people that live in your head? If not, he could be a large fire hazard.
Were you wearing jamba juice googles?
- EB
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