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I AM A PAINTER

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post #55
bio: raquel
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1/30/2003
14:33

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I woke up this morning before my alarm clock again.

Might as well toss that thing in the trash for all I need it! Seems like 5 hours of sleep is doing it for me lately.

So I wander out of my room into the hallway. My roomate's already on her way to work so I am, of course, unabashedly naked.

[Side note: She has caught me naked once before. In the kitchen. I was going for the fridge thinking she was asleep. Then I heard her door open which is all of about 2 steps from the kitchen - closed off only by a curtain of transparent plastic beads. Instinctively I grabbed something to cover myself. The dishtowel. Approximately 10 inches by 10 inches, I realized that this would cover precariously little and just froze standing there with it in my hand. Her comment: Nice dishtowel.]

So there I am this morning aimlessly loitering in my hallway right next to my front door. When the doorbell rings. It's, oh, 7:30 AM? I think: Jehovah's Witnesses at this hour? I don't remember ordering Chinese...

- Who is it?

- I AM A PAINTER.

- Oh. Do you mind coming back in half an hour? I AM A NAKED PERSON.

-THIS IS NO PROBLEM. I COME BACK AND PAINT BATHROOM.

Then I got dressed & let THE PAINTER in the bathroom he asked: what is this? i said: it is a toilet plunger and he put it in my kitchen and then proceeded to PAINT.

THE END.

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