6am. Phone rings
Sharkboy: Hello?
Caller: Is this Tracy?
Sharkboy: Obviously not. Unless Tracy is a man and grown a dick!
Caller: Oh. Sorry.
Dead Robot
The space between gay and straight, stupid and smart.
10 thoughts on “Good Morning!”
It was 905, but with a +1 so it was AT LEAST out of the Mega-City…
…more than a little ironic that it isn’t the home of this feller.
Ha!
Sean you are going to have a life of missed opportunity. You need to take them to task!
This morning came from Montreal. Was yours long distance?
NO WORD OF A LIE…
…was just walking with a friend around Nathan Philips Square and my mobile rings. A number I don’t recognize.
Sean – “Hello?”
Caller – “Hi, is Trace there?”
Sean – “Haha…ah, no – you have the wrong number.”
Caller – “Uh…ok. Sorry. Thanks.”
Sean – “Bye.”
Caller – “Bye.”
ROFL
Last names is a different-like, silly.
What if it were “Dick” Tracey?
Seriously…the name “Tracy” on a dude would be a deal-breaker for me. Shallow? Yes.
Hmmm… right. “Tracey” could be male too. Like Trace Atkins…
I lived with a man named Tracey for a spell. Not as musical as a boy named Sue, but he was fascinating in his own special ways.
It’s like living with my own come-to-life Hot Head Paisan
DHAHAHAAAA! Ah, sweet.