Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Shoes For the Twins
Little Boy and Big Boy were their nicknames, but only Jinky and Belle could tell them apart.
Jinky was laid off again and Belle started cleaning offices, wouldn’t see any money for two weeks.
The twins needed new shoes for kindergarten.
“We’re down to about nothing, and spigot’s off at my parents’,” Belle shrugged.
“Maybe was a mistake to let that counselor dude cut up the Master Card?”
“He was right,” mused Belle. “All the smart people are right.”
“Well, let’s be smart ourselves! We have the money for one pair, right?”
“Two things. One, I’m going to the school and beg them to move Big Boy to the afternoon session. Then they can switch
the shoes.”
“I know number two involves me,” winced Jinky.
“Well, I might flunk. You go to the store in town, not the shopping center. The little guys’ll still give penny-ante credit.”
“No way!”–from Perry Saul of Boulevard Fashion Shoes. “I’ve been burned for the last time!” Jinky thanked him, but Saul blocked his exit. “Look! There’s a rich guy. Christian. He might buy you the other pair. Here’s his card.”
The Good News, Belle finally persuaded the nasty faggot of a vice principal (as he even called himself) that the twins would better prosper at separate kindergarten times.
Philanthropist asked Jinky, “Are you familiar with the expression, blow-job?”
“I didn’t pop him,” explained Jinky over a generic beer split with Belle, “cuz he was so fuckin old.”
Little Boy and Big Boy were their nicknames, but only Jinky and Belle could tell them apart.
Jinky was laid off again and Belle started cleaning offices, wouldn’t see any money for two weeks.
The twins needed new shoes for kindergarten.
“We’re down to about nothing, and spigot’s off at my parents’,” Belle shrugged.
“Maybe was a mistake to let that counselor dude cut up the Master Card?”
“He was right,” mused Belle. “All the smart people are right.”
“Well, let’s be smart ourselves! We have the money for one pair, right?”
“Two things. One, I’m going to the school and beg them to move Big Boy to the afternoon session. Then they can switch
the shoes.”
“I know number two involves me,” winced Jinky.
“Well, I might flunk. You go to the store in town, not the shopping center. The little guys’ll still give penny-ante credit.”
“No way!”–from Perry Saul of Boulevard Fashion Shoes. “I’ve been burned for the last time!” Jinky thanked him, but Saul blocked his exit. “Look! There’s a rich guy. Christian. He might buy you the other pair. Here’s his card.”
The Good News, Belle finally persuaded the nasty faggot of a vice principal (as he even called himself) that the twins would better prosper at separate kindergarten times.
Philanthropist asked Jinky, “Are you familiar with the expression, blow-job?”
“I didn’t pop him,” explained Jinky over a generic beer split with Belle, “cuz he was so fuckin old.”
