Sunday, December 30, 2007

Cleaning out my purse, I found this:

A wadded up bar napkin with this story scratched in black ink:

Once upon a time in a bar far, far away
three young boys struck up their guitars and played.
It was a song about sex, about remorse, about the lack of educated women in the check-out line at the Walmart.
It made the people sad- the girls cried and the bartender poured out her soul to the man in the black hat.
Then they danced.

What's in the bottom of your purse?
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