mitzi shows up at my office wearing her school outfit. two big problems
here. one, she hasnt been to school in about 4 years. and b, she knows
that i dont even give out my work number to my mother - the last thing
that i want is for her shaking her thing in the lobby of a totally
secure fbi building!
doesnt care. shes wondering why i havent written her back, why i dont
call all the time, why i havent said anything about her going back
to junoir college. and i tell her that i will call her when i get
home and she said, its lunchtime lets have lunch and shes saying all
of this through the little microphone that is next to the observation
camera and my buddy who writes down everything that is said on that
mic (yes, that is his job, can you believe it!) says, "i'll eat
lunch on her, i mean, with her."
are the jokes that i hear all day at the office so if i ever hear
any shit about the jokes here i will remind you that matt drudge doesnt
show you titties or tell jokes or nothin, so if you truly want that
dreck, vamos. and by the way, how come he hasnt broken any good shit
on hussein/bin ladin/whoever - fuck has had a week.
of course i had lunch with mitzi, im a total sucker for catholic girl
outfits and ponytails like that drive me nuts.
is the area code to Iraq/Iran.
1 + 1 + 9 = 11.