Elisha Cuthbert's twin?
So I went to Cafe Berlin, where a girl who looks like Pagan Kennedy looked in the early 90's when I was first turned on to her was my waitress. She's all "Oktoberfest Spaten!!!" And I'm all "Yeah, a liter glass please." So out it comes. And so I talk SFWP shit with the SFWP Development Editor -- a job that would have been Blue's, if she wasn't such a fucknut -- and we're three liters of Spaten each before the waitress goes, so, are you guys in for the long haul? I go, why, is there a discount? She gives me a look, like, oh, one of those. And that's when she returns with the bill a few minutes later. So we pay up and stumble arm and arm to the bar in Union Station where we each have a Sam Adams Octoberfest, which is, like, drinking cum after drinking good beer. Then I take the long Metro ride home where Fajwat has left the front door to the apartment open for the fourth fucking time in two weeks. Lovely. I burst in and announce that I'm going to rape him, call Cassander, and now I'm listening to flutes.
My Story, by Andrew Gifford.
