Monday, July 13, 2009
Seven
Back in '05 when I worked at the Hellmouth, there was a cat named Seven who was real suave and totally beatnik. He was what the gals back home would call a hot bundle. Well, on one of our many discussions out in the parking lot after closing, Seven would share with us some interesting and often times bizarre observations and revelations that he had come to know. Here is a personal favorite: "I aspire to one day cuckold Quincy Jones." I believe that he actually has a shot at this...
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any good justin stories?
oh a few...stay tuned to be certain. didn't realize you were a fan of The Blonde Adonis of Hellmouth, unless i'm missing a crucial inside joke...
well i actually knew him when he was like 16 before he worked at the hellmouth and there were other colors than black in his wardrobe.
oh get out! how cool. yeah, aside from black and the occasional red, not much else sneaked in. i secretly wished that he'd open himself up to some pastels, but alas, that was not to be.
There's always that story about how I was walking through the back room and got my feet tangled up in one of Justin's mile-long (and apparently made of prehensile steel) hairs and almost took a header!
And yes, Justin had all black shirts and ONE red shirt. When he wore the red shirt into work, one KNEW that it was time for Justin to do the wash.
i love the one about you nearly breaking your neck gettin' tangled up in his hair! that's crazy.
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