This waitress came into the back of the kitchen with a Walgreens bag. Cranberry juice and Azo. I gave her the knowing woman's look, took a glass, and we bonded over our urinary tract infections.
I remember when I first got a boyfriend and started having regular sex and regular urinary tract infections. "God!" I thought, "What is on this guy's dick that is so dirty??!" Then I switched boyfriends. Nope, the problem wasn't him. It's me.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Posted by Salty at 7:53 PM
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