Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Looking for Jim

T'other nite, I stayed at some shitwad motel in Delavan, WI. Went to the office to check in and a sign on the door said, "See Jim at the Mobil station." It wuz next door, so I walked over. Once inside, I axed the clerk, "You Jim?" He said, "No, but I can check you in." The motel room smelled like a billion cigarettes had been smoked in it, so I went out and bought a scented candle. The next morning, once again the "See Jim" sign wuz up. At the Mobil station, there wuz a Middle Eastern-looking dude who took my key. I guessed he wasn't Jim, either. I bought a porn mag and left.


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