Locked in the trunk of my car, again.

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Wednesday, April 05, 2006

This town needs an enema.

Tonight i get to meet Chubby Chaser's new lady friend. We'll call her Andrea, since she seems to insist in calling everyone Tony. She's from St-Leonard, go figure. This is the first one i've ever been allowed to meet so far. It's weird. I'm part excited, part nervous, part hungry. I haven't eaten breakfast. Since CC is a cool guy he let's me sleep at his place from time to time, so i can sleep in town and not have to worry about getting up early, i'm sleeping over there tonight and he's gonna drop that on her tonight also. We women are curious beings. The possibility of me walking into a land mine is very real. I don't know this person and she doesn't know me but i am a women who's sleeping at her potential mate's place of residence. I know she's got nothing to worry about, but does she? Nope. It should be interesting to say the least.

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