
I must admit it isn’t my style to take strange men home from bars, but Fonzie was the exception.
I found him laying, face down on the bar, after everyone had gone home from my company holiday party. Someone must've left their gag gift for the taking.
All wrapped in plastic, he seemed harmless and safe. Nice, even. He is wearing a mechanics outfit (fix my car, Fonz?) and he was dressed and ready for work (in coordinating top and pants, he totally matched!)
He even fit in my purse! What a guy.
He’s not much of a conversationalist, by the way.
However, upon further consideration, that may be the best kind of boyfriend.

4 comments:
Nice blog...
Yes, they need not talk. In general, I say it is better that way...
I heart The Fonz. Who would ever leave him?
Reminds me of a recent Family Guy rerun in which Peter founded the Church of the Fonz.
"Everybody rise, now sit on it.
Everybody say 'eyyyyyyyy' "
I can think of worse things to worship.
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