Monday, April 21, 2008


Aunt Rosie: Devon, how do you want your spaghetti?
Devon: Naked

On my return flight to Norfolk, the man behind me talked the entire flight. At first I was annoyed, but soon my annoyance turned to laughter as I truly listened to what he said. At one time I grabbed a piece of paper to write it down.

Man: My wife says I have man-love for Marky Marky.

Man: I think she was in a fire. She had no hair and wore a wig.

Man: It was like guarding lightning. (referring to a pickup basketball game during his college years)

Ideas for writing just seem to sprout up at anytime, anywhere.

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