“I read your website,” Mr. Hung told me today. “Why does Santa want to die?”
“It was just a dream,” I said. “And some of it was made up.”
“I have a dream,” he confided. “A sex dream with many women.”
“I have the same one.”
When I was smoking on my lunch break he opened the door and asked, “Will you write about my dream on the website?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes.” He closed the door, then re-opened it. A grin appeared. “Make it very sexy.”
3 comments:
This is funny. You've managed to be self-reflexive without driving it off a cliff.
Hey. Thanks.
I like this guy.
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