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!

3 comments:

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!