A Nice Chat

Last night I went to a bar and sat next to a porcupine. We shared some beers together.

The porcupine said, “I’m really happy that you sat next to me. Others always sit on the farthest stool away.”

I said, “You don’t seem mean.”

The porcupine said, “I’m not. Even when I shoot my quills. Those become darts when I’m scared. Then I usually regret the pain I caused.”

I said, “I’m the same way.”

One Response to “A Nice Chat”

  1. Russell says:

    This just might be my favorite of your blog posts.

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