And it's starting to freak me out. Nope, not under my couch. Nope, not on my head.
Where have you gone, Twins hat?
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- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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8 comments:
I'm jealous of that smart and talented red haired girl! I'm hiding and I won't come out unless you tell me that I still count for something in your life.
You could take ME out every now and again, David. I've always been there for you - but you've taken me for granted for the last time!
whoa, where is my Twins emailing me from? Are you at a bar somewhere? Please, don't drink too much. Arrive alive, hat, arrive alive.
Awwwwwww DAY-VIDDD!!! I'm jesh havin' a liddle drink or seven here. Therzzz this cocky White Sox hat here. All "MR SOUTH SIDE" Johnny and all....heez trying to get me ta try jello shots...
*snif* AWwww DAY-VIDDD!!! Es jus' not the same! I wanna be with you! Pounding a six pack during exxxra innings!! Not here, wasshing the Viqueens get spanked by the Patri-nots...
I'm okay to drive, right? Es not too far back to your place, DAY-VIDDD! Ah'l get there soon!
LMAO. Thanks!
Let him go David. The summer is over dude. It's time to pull out that purple cap, you know, the one with the yellow horns.
Oh god, Twins hat.
I wish I could leave these sins alone.
Ha ha! I found you twins hat! Crammed betwixt mon bed and le wall!
Yeah..... I was so ashamed after my tryst with "Mr. South Side" that I crawled home and hid between the be and the wall.
Thanks for taking me back, David.
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