Friday, April 19, 2013

Drunken Shoe

Alex: “Luna, where’s your shoe?”

“Is it missing?”

“Are you wearing only one on purpose?”

“Oh my god, I think I’m missing a shoe.”

“Luna, where is it?”

“I dunno. Are you wearing my shoe?”

“I am most definitely not wearing your shoe.”

“Do you know where it is?”

“I asked you. Where is your other shoe?”

“I threw it out the window.”

“Why on earth did you throw it out the window?”

“Well, because I saw you walking outside on the sidewalk and I was wondering if I could hit you with my shoe. Turns out, the answer is no.”

“Luna, that wasn't very nice.”

“It was completely harmless, obviously.”

“Go get your shoe.”

“Would you be a dear and go get it for me?”

“If I go fetch your shoe, you’re not getting it back.”

“Well, that wouldn't be very nice.”

“Luna, have you been drinking?”


“How many have you had?”


“You’re holding up four fingers.”

“I know. The middle one was for you.”


“Oh calm down, I've got to go get my shoe. I can’t believe you didn't notice it was missing. I’ll be right back!”

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