39/365 Ian
Ian, a wiry Australian, jumpier than any kangaroo, grinned like a jackass while feeding me Vegemite. He atoned afterward: ballet tickets and cheesecake at The Plaza. He would have stayed but America, not needing another CPA, deported him before we found an American bride.
posted by - Christine at 6:40 AM
1 Comments:
ugh! Someone gave me vegemite once. How the hell bad does the rest of a nation's cuisine have to be for them to make that, taste it, and say, "hey, this is good!"
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