i answered my cell phone. hello?
keaton said, i came up with a great idea for our new business venture.
i asked, aren’t you at a spa getting some sort of hot rock treatment between your toes or something?
she said, do you want to hear it or don't ya? i only have a second because i’m going from my pedicure to my massage.
i thought for a moment about my options.
i said, okay, tell me quickly.
she said, okay, it’s a museum. gotta go. love ya, bye.
click.
i called 911 and gave them the name and address of the joint, apparently something had gone terribly wrong.
i mean, i would have gone myself if i hadn't been in the midst of my own crisis with the mets giving up six in the bottom of the ninth already.
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So what kind of museum are we talking about here? Did you ever get back to the topic, or was it lost in the toe painting?
ya know, i can't recall, but i know it wasn't your run-of-the-mill joint for paintings. that's for sure.
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