Larry Thoughts 4
Larry ambled into the office the other day, back from a medication visit, slapped his water canteen on the desk, scratched in the direction of his ass crack (I didn’t look), and said matter-of-factly, “Well, shit.” I asked him what was up, and he replied, “You been over to the [client’s name] house yet?”
(The client of which he spoke has a very large dog. I’m 5′7″ and its head reaches my chest.)
I told him yes, and he said, “That dog couldn’t keep its goddamn head outta my sweetass crotch the whole time I was there.”
I replied that the dog had done the same to me during my last visit to this client’s house, and that I had surreptitiously given it a good knee in the snout when the client’s mother wasn’t looking.
“That goddamn dog almost lifted me up with its head, it was so anxious to get a sniff.” Pause. “Thought I was gonna get camel toe.”
I have so many questions.
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April 8th, 2008 at 6:47 pm
This makes me wish I had a Larry.