I knock at the door
The peephole blackens
A quick downward brush
On my part
UHAUL'ing the dustmites from
my shirt to her door mat
The one marked, "Welcome"
I Breathe into my hand
Check
I check my watch
The same watch I checked a minute ago
Check
Checking zipper
Unzipped
Zipping
Zipped
Check
The nervous deep breathe
The brass handle turning
My cheesy plan
Sitting on dustmites
In the fetal position
Rocking front to back
Looking up
Looking scared
She opens the door
I open with
"I knew you were going to
make me weak in the knees.
I didn't know I was going to be paralyzed."
"Sorry to hear that" she says
Wearing only a look of dissapointment
Confessing
"I was going to ask if you wanted to
have sex"
Me
Thinking
WTF?
Me
Trapped
Feeling like an idiot
Looking like an idiot
"I would. If I was not paralyzed"
Stereotypicaly blonde she replies
"Are you really paralyzed?"
Now I'm laughing so hard
water falls out of my eyes
I heave out a,
"Yes! I'm paralyzed! and!
I think I'm having a heart attack!"
Then she says
"Should I call 411?"
AND THAT
IS WHEN
I ALMOST LOST IT
Then replied
YES! Call 411

Is this a blond joke with the 411 instead of the 911???

that is soooooo freakin funny.

Gosh, I'm feeling blond. I've missed the funny part........

Freakin hilarious!! Dayum!!

OMG This was good add the comments = howling good time!!