- Non-Erotic
- Jed
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Jed was a droob. It's true, he told me so himself. I know its hard to believe, I mean Jed, of all people, a droob!
I've known Jed for seven years and I never once suspected it. We'd meet for lunch every now and then, or go out to a jazz club or a bar, and I never knew. He never told me, until yesterday that is.
We were at this great little Italian place, I had the individual pizza and Jed was having the linguini with clam sauce. It was a good meal. We talked, we schmoozed, we gossiped. A typical lunch, and then it happened... We were about halfway through the meal when he looked me straight in the eye and said: "I'm a droob, you know."
(Well, what could I say... No, I didn't know... I mean after seven years he tells me this? THIS! A fucking droob.) So I said: "Really Jed, a droob? You? That's nice."
A droob. Jed. Go figure.
