So last weekend there was a beautiful twenty-five year old girl in my kitchen-- she was blonde, blue-eyed, taller than me, wearing next to nothing, and I didn't know her from Adam . . . and you're probably wondering, "How do I get beautiful, winsome young strangers into my kitchen?" and so I will tell you:
1) you need to live on a steep hill;
2) you need a friendly visiting brother-in-law, who should be a bachelor, and he should be outside working on replacing your bay window;
3) you need a nasty skate-board crash to happen on the steep hill in front of the aforementioned friendly brother-in-law, who will then chivalrously offer medical aid to the girl (possibly motivated by her stunning good looks and skimpy outfit) and suddenly you've got three twenty-somethings in your kitchen and you're fetching peroxide and ointment and bandages, and watching as one girl tends to the other and wondering if anyone should ride a skateboard with that much skin exposed because, though it's very appealing to look at, it's rather dangerous (and funny thing, my wife missed it all . . . she was napping, and I'm not sure if she really believes the story).
3 comments:
Who are three people who have never been in my kitchen?
i was going to use that phrase as the title, but i didn't think anyone would get the allusion. i guess i underestimated my audience.
I wish that someone would overestimate me. Just once.
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