Paul Show
March 25, 2006
A man named Paul emailed me the other day demanding copies of my book and coffee. So we met at the Huether in the evening and talked about things we have in common like Tanya’s excellent bosom, urination, and strippers setting their nipples on fire. Paul assured me that the internet has detailed instructions on how to fall in love with strippers, and I, foolishly, refused to believe him.
The meeting was surreal. It seems that our words are living things that move out into the world and grab people. We are all connected in a thousand ways just by throwing our words into the nothingness of the internet — can anything be more splending or frightful?
Posted by Tudor at 03:25 PM in Various Positions | TrackBackIt is heartwarming that we all come from different places, and haven’t known each other for long, and yet we can still all take comfort in my magnificent breasts.
Posted by: Tanya on March 27, 2006 at 10:05 AMHahaha. I met Paul right after the murder mystery party. He told me he knew you, and I said, “Hmm. I just spent a whole evening with a bunch of friends directing lewd comments toward Tanya’s breasts.”
It’s funny how things connect!
Posted by: Tudor on March 27, 2006 at 07:58 PMPaul thinks I should get a breast reduction! Other than that, he’s pretty nice.
Posted by: Tanya on March 28, 2006 at 09:22 PMwhat an asshole. really.
Posted by: Tudor on March 29, 2006 at 11:24 PM