No more dick stories. After this one.
Noticed a recent trend in the topics of Inda’s posts lately? Yep. Dicks. But this is the last one, I swear.
The other night, working as a COCKtail server, I had an up-close dick encounter. Of course, I’ll share.
Guy walks into a bar (starts out great, right?), wanders around, walks outside, notices me and a female guest through a large, picture window, walks up to said window, and… whips it out. Did I scream? Did I run? Nope. Just stood there and finished taking the guest’s really long order, managing to totally block out the periphery winky. Guy finally left, cops were called, hilarious, multiple-comment facebook post, life went on.
If the Universe gives you what you’re always talking/complaining/thinking about, then was this dick pop-up a manifestation of my own recent obsession with writing about dicks? Or would crazy dick-exposing guy have exposed his dick regardless of what I had written?
Just in case it’s the former and not the latter, I’m only going to write/think/talk about the good, no, the GREAT things that I want to come to me. Then the Universe will bring only the great things to me. Yeah, because it’s that easy. Someone should write a book about the subject. Unless it’s a secret or something. In which case, you’re gonna be thanking me for hipping you to this metaphysical breakthrough.
And, it’ll be easy. Don’t think ‘dick.’ Don’t think ‘dick.’ Don’t think ‘dick.’ Don’t think ‘dick.’ Don’t think ‘dick.’ Don’t think ‘dick.’
- Dick
oops.
- Inda
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