Barker
taft was lonely. It was Saturday night, and he didn't have anywhere to go.
"I wish I had somewhere to go!" he said. Then he decided that he would go rent a movie at the Video store.
On the way over, he met a strange man.
"Are you a Miner?" he asked. What a weird question, thought taft.
"Sir, I'm not a Miner," taft said. (Which was true: He didn't have a job either.)
The man walked away dejectedly. Srug, thought taft, and he proceeded to rent "The 40-Year-Old Virgin".
The next day, as he unfolded the paper, he gasped. The man he had been talking to to the night before was on the cover; He had been arrested for fondling with a Minor.
Good thing the conversation never turned to my age, thought taft.
"I wish I had somewhere to go!" he said. Then he decided that he would go rent a movie at the Video store.
On the way over, he met a strange man.
"Are you a Miner?" he asked. What a weird question, thought taft.
"Sir, I'm not a Miner," taft said. (Which was true: He didn't have a job either.)
The man walked away dejectedly. Srug, thought taft, and he proceeded to rent "The 40-Year-Old Virgin".
The next day, as he unfolded the paper, he gasped. The man he had been talking to to the night before was on the cover; He had been arrested for fondling with a Minor.
Good thing the conversation never turned to my age, thought taft.
