While the former Abercrombie & Fitch managers at Lucy the Blog breathlessly await details of the salacious insinuations of Canadia-based tomfoolery on the part of our former colleagues, the soon-to-be-baby-daddys at Perk is a Beast tip off an interesting anecdote of their own — before letting it die a cruel death in the toilet.
From PIAB:
“I’m tempted to tell the story of the time I took a leak next to Pollard at Grill 23 a few years ago when he played for the Sacramento Kings. Oh wait, I just did tell the story.”
No, no, my fine feathered friend. That is not a story. That is merely a stage-setter, a hook, an invitation to listen close. There is more to this story. Who got to the urinals first? What was he wearing? Was he sporting the mohawk? Did he have his Kings jersey on under his suit shirt? Facial hair? Was there speaking? Coughing? Did he peek?
Do tell.
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3 Comments
August 9, 2007 at 11:47 am
I want to know about his penis
August 9, 2007 at 12:56 pm
I didn’t see any junk, despite the fact that it was probably at eye level. I’m sorry to tease you with visions of a six foot ten inch man’s wang.
August 9, 2007 at 1:21 pm
No small talk? No, “How does it feel when the Sportscenter anchors tool on your haircut?” Did he wash his hands? Were there mints? Was there a blow dryer, cloth towels, or paper towels? Upstairs restroom or downstairs? Did you follow him in there? Did he get creeped out by that? What happened when you offered to hold his cell phone while he went? Did either of you eat asparagus?