"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves." Ludwig Wittgenstein

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Chilidog’s Missed Kiss

He tried to kiss her, but he missed. He’d leaned into her, just when he thought she would be most receptive, just as they were both finishing their chilidogs, at Tommy’s, on Hollywood Blvd. But Richar’s aim was off--way off--and Lola thought Richard was just trying to take a bite out of the last of her chilidog. She jumped back, startled by his sudden lunge toward her lunch, “Oh, no you don’t--you’ve had 6 chilidogs of your own, already!”

Richard hoped that Lola hadn’t kept such an accurate count of the number of chilidogs he’d consumed---my God he’d been famished. He didn’t even like chilidogs, but he’d do anything to get just one kiss from “Miss Lipstick,” over there, even if it killed him.

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