by The Master of Them that Know
originally published at 04:52PM on Tuesday, March 04, 2008

“Yes!? I said when I was walking.
“He finally met me, O.M.G. he doesn’t know my name!?
I slapped myself in the head like in those V8 commercials.
“Nice one, idiot.
Maybe I’ll go to my house next time and forget something else like…
see I already forgot what I was going to say.?
I whispered to myself.
Now, lets go home and eat some beagles.