Cinderfella

My friend George called me and asked if I wanted to hit a local bar for a quick Long Island Iced Tea. Is there such a thing?

While I was enjoying my libation, a rather manly, very italian individual walked into the establishment and made a bee line to our table.

"You look like like my neighbor."

"Lucky man," was my reply. I got up to leave, "Later, neighbor."

"Wait! Can I get your name?"

I smiled and waved as I walked out the door.

I'm not single, nor am I dead.

This entry was posted by Frankie, on 8.07.2006. You can leave your response.