Wednesday, August 20th, 2003; 8:41 am – a true story
the other day i met one of my neighbours. he told me that he was a rapper and that if i was wondering why he walked with a limp (i hadn’t noticed, to be honest, my contact with him is usually limited to him running out after me as i walk by) it’s because he’s been shot nine times. i immediately countered that with “well, if you’re wondering why i walk with a limp it’s because i bought these darling new shoes on saturday and i have a blister on my left foot.”
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