Strange Conversations: Part One Hundred and Twenty-Seven
Posted 4 May 2009 in Strange Conversations by Catriona
ME: Give us a cuddle.
(Spying something over Nick’s shoulder)
ME: Though why I would cuddle a man who completely disarranged my canisters is a mystery.
NICK: The pixies did it.
ME: The pixies.
NICK: The band.
(Pause)
ME: Frank Black. Frank Black was in my kitchen, rearranging my canisters?
NICK: Yes. I couldn’t stop him!
ME: But why?
NICK: I don’t know, Treen. They’re crazy! College-rock crazy!
Previously: Strange Conversations: Part One Hundred and Twenty-Six
Next: Mysterious Fungus
Share your thoughts [3]
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Wendy wrote at May 4, 12:50 pm
was it just Frank or the rest of the guys there as well?
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Catriona wrote at May 4, 01:16 pm
Well, I’m going on hearsay, here, since I didn’t actually witness the disarranging of my canisters, but Nick did mention Pixies, plural. So I’m assuming it was Frank with some help.
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Wendy wrote at May 5, 01:25 pm
cool…like a jam session…but with canisters