2004-12-14 8:07 PM
But We Didn't Inhale
When one is very young, of an age where one hides out under the bleachers at the football field, partaking of Northern California's favorite inhalable substance (that'd be Fresh Clean Air, of course, cuz we're all environmentalists here), there's a scenario that one doesn't imagine.
That'd be, a lifetime later, smok-- uh, inhaling Fresh, Clean Air with one's boyfriend's uncle while discussing whether one's mortgage interest rates are still favorable.
That'd be mighty damn weird. Hypothetically, of course.