05 October, 2008

one night in vancouver...

corner of robsonstraße:

moi (possibly under the influence, i'm not saying): something smells like vomit!

b: no, there's just a baby behind you.

then (ok, so maybe a little bit under the influence) i almost sit on the malodorous baby's head, but am pulled back just in time by my posse.

lesson: keep your puke-flavoured infants away from me, or i may squash them with my mighty polish buttocks!


Anonymous said...

That WAS funny.

Anonymous said...

To your defense, the sidewalk was tilted.

the polish chick said...

oh sure, the old "tilted sidewalk" defence for infanticide! i hear it works every time!