> KAREN AT TARGET ASKED IF I WAS HOPING TO GET SOME GOOD ONES AND I THOUGHT ABOUT DROHAN IN PANTIES

karen at target. sixties, skinny, decent feminine hair, weathered wrinkly face, nice lady, voice like a squeezed kazoo stuck in high gear. i was buying baseball cards after the brewers won it all and she leans over the register in that weird high voice and goes "hoping to get some good ones?"

i'm thinking no karen i hope every single one is a picture of that faggot pitcher shane drohan in panties who denied us a historic sweep and threw away a legendary home run by cooper. drohan had a 0.00 postseason era and they pulled him for a guy with a 9.00 with three outs to go and then we lost. i am not hoping to get good ones. i am hoping the cardboard is haunted.

she smiled at me. eye contact. i kinda hope i was making her wet. sixty years old, sciatica pending, coupon pile loading, and a man standing there with a stack of brewers cards dreaming about drohan in panties. she said hoping to get some good ones. i said yeah. neither of us was talking about baseball.

milwaukee championship souvenir energy: drink the miller lite clinch can, piss it out at a kwik trip, frame the empty, then go to target and buy cards of the guy who ruined the sweep. karen smiled. i hope she was wet. drohan can stay in the panties.