Hot dogs
Written @ 8:59 a.m. on November 03, 2003
I had a very strange conversation with the boyfriend the other day. We were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when he leaned over and put his face close to mine. This is how it went:
Me: What are you doing? Him: I'm looking in your ear Me: (with my hand over my ear) Why? Him: I can see what you're thinking Me: (laughing) What, you can see the thoughts floating around in there? Him: Mmm-hmm, they're images. Me: I think in images? Him: Yup, and I can see a hot dog vendor Me: I wasn't thinking about hot dogs Him: No, he's feeding your thoughts Me: (really laughing now) My thoughts eat hot dogs? Him: Yeah, that must be why you like hot dogs so much
So there you go folks, the reason I like hot dogs. I'd always wondered.
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