But Will You Respect Me In The Morning?

Reynoldo lit the votive candle at the grotto for San Jose de los Platanos, and prayed for the healthy delivery of his first child.

He heard a disembodied voice say, “Your daughter will be born 17 inches long.”

Reynoldo replied, “Do you know the weight, too, San Jose?

6 responses to “But Will You Respect Me In The Morning?

  1. RED FLAG = OUCH… that one just HURT, bro….

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  2. It will, of course, be inflicted upon several unsuspecting workmates during the course of the day – after doing the rounds of the Trailer Park tonight 😉

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  3. I read this in bloglines and was all, like, “Huh? I don’t get it!”

    Then as I opened up your blog page it hit me like a ton o’ bricks.

    “Do you know the way to San Jose? La la la-la la la la la laaaaaaa”

    …and now I can’t get that cheesy tune out of my head.

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  4. thanks Rob… I was shaking my head over this one…

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  5. Should I just ‘walk on by’?

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