I got a call today from one of my readers insisting that I write a story about his friend's $80,000 hyperbaric chamber which will cure anyone of any disease if they are placed in it and the pressure is set correctly. His friend and all his fez-wearing lodge buddies were on Oprah with their chamber, my nuts-o reader said, so my paper should cover it. Further, he said that if I don't write this story he will complain to the editor about the fact that I passed on his pitch to cover him sawing the mayor in half and running a sword through her head to celebrate the town's anniversary. He is a retired magician.
As we were saying our goodbyes he said: "Hey, wanna know a secret?" to which I foolishly replied "Sure" (damn my reporterly curiosity).
He drew in a dramatic breath and whispered sexily: "I love you."
3 comments:
Oh! Did you say it back? ;)
No.
gosh, thanks eb. Now all my lesbo friends here in Inferno will finally think I'm cool-since the Texas lesbos think I'm worthy and all. I'm blushing!
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