Friday, January 20, 2012

the goodbye dudes by misterarnie
Drinks with friends (Meador, Martin, Young, Nick and Trupe).

Trupe: I can't believe you're going away!
Meador: As often as we get together anymore, though, you'll probably only miss about three of these.

Nick brought me a Smurf from his daughter, Jane. Panicky Smurf.

Nick: She's worried about you. She says this will keep you safe. It says Panicky on the bottom of one foot, and I don't know if you can read it, but she wrote, "DO NOT" on the other one. Do not Panicky.

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