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Brit Trades Me a Buddha painting, a Leaf painting, blank postcards and a pomegranite for Colin's Paper Mache Hedgehog

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Brit
Brit and Rosalie punching a hole in a paper mache hedgehog
Brit and Rosalie punching a hole in a paper mache hedgehog
Brit and Rosalie punching a hole in a paper mache hedgehog
Opening A Paper Mache Hedgehog
Opening A Paper Mache Hedgehog
Opening A Paper Mache Hedgehog
Opening A Paper Mache Hedgehog

Brit met Doug and I at the best bar in the city to play cards and do a trade.

I can't tell you where it is because you might tell people and then the halter tops would show up there. Making it NOT the best bar in the city. If you know me in real life, you know where I'm talking about.

Brit brought with her a really nice, awesome, friendly, card-playing woman whose name I have forgotten. You see, I never remember names. I'm so busy staring at someone's face that I never even hear their name being said when they're being introduced. I've tried that thing where you're supposed to repeat the person's name right after you hear it, "Really nice to meet you, X." But that doesn't work for me either because it normally goes something like this, "Really nice to met you, -- what was your name again?" Fart.

I just asked Doug and he said her name is Abby. But now I'm worried that I'm spelling it wrong. Do you think it's Abby or Abbie? And how come her name is burned into Doug's brain like that?

Humph!

That makes me mad enough that I just might feel like punching a hole in Colin's paper mache hedgehog that Northwest Afternoon was so infatuated with (seriously -- all they wanted to talk about). Too bad Brit and I already punched it open. Colin told me that there was something hidden inside. Something special. A prize. Something that had something to do with his "romance" with a woman in New York.

Colin lied.

It was a condom.

Nice Colin. Nice. How "romantic". Amazing that didn't work out.