Keeping your Man-Card in Tact

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The First Time Around…1981

 

I sat in the outside suite seats beside a hipster guy with linty cornrows all over his sweaty head.  He’d also braided his goatee into a tiny greasy straight line which hung off his chin like shiny well-disciplined drool.  He had several gold teeth, made the sign of the cross and prayed before eating each plateful of free food, which was almost constantly.

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5 Responses to Keeping your Man-Card in Tact

  1. barbwit says:

    Oh, bzirkone – you got me & my man in one when you say: He often asks me if I “heard that,” or, “Does that sound right?” Or, “What’s that noise?” I never hear anything. It always sounds fine to me. And why does he even ask me? He never, ever takes my word on things.”
    He can hear a quiet radio next door; but the funny thing is, he doesn’t hear what I say when I’m right by him.

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  2. dray0308 says:

    Reblogged this on DREAM BIG DREAM OFTEN and commented:
    Are you following Bzirkworld?

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