bethb's Diaryland Diary

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real fine looking hookers out front

in my long-ish day of getting a whole list of crap done, i was in an antique mall in jessup maryland where i overheard a fellow's conversation. i started listening because, well, he was fucking loud. also, he was doing that 'old white man whistle' that i guess happens when your dentures aren't quite in and the top one is slipping. my uncle irwin use to have the same affected whistle. my dad is really good at imitating it. there are really only two things you need to know from this guy's convo with whomever he was on the phone with.
1) whatever hotel he was staying in had some "real fine looking hookers out front". "nice looking black girls". "hopping from truck to truck" and a few appreciative (and not denture-driven) whistles.
2) "they gots that electric butter churn- you know, the one with the guard, so you don't pinch yer fingers none. they want $120 fer it. it'll cost ya $40 in kentucky....it's all where you at with antiques".
in my travels of getting stuff, i thought i'd stop at a royal farms or something and get lunch,.
royal farms wants so badly to be wawa but they're not. nothing can hold a candle to wawa.
the moral of that story is: don't think you can get a satisfying quick lunch at a gas station.

8:55 p.m. - 2006-05-24

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