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| Johnny Dolan |
| 04.27.04 (1:39 pm) [edit] |
Johnny Dolan struts into the hotel dining room with a scantily clad girl hanging on each of his arms. He wears brown cowboy boots, black leather pants, a muscle shirt, and a sparkling beige cowboy hat. The dining room patrons cannot help but stare.
He enjoys the attention; he walks the scantily clad girls to a table overlooking the ‘strip’; he seats the girls first; he bows for apparently no reason. He must be important, the restaurant patrons think. But they’ve never seen him before.
A waiter walks over to Johnny’s table. “You can’t sit here,” the waiter says. “This table is reserved for Paul Newman.”
“Who?” Johnny asks.
“Paul Newman.” Johnny looks queerly at the waiter. “The actor,” the waiter says. “You can’t sit here.”
“Who are you?” Johnny asks. “If you aren’t an owner or something, I don’t want to speak with you.”
“Who are you?” the waiter asks.
“Johnny Dolan.”
“Who?” The restaurant is silent. Who the heck is Johnny Dolan, everyone wonders.
“Johnny Dolan,” one of the scantily clad girls says. She smiles. “Everyone knows Johnny Dolan... right?”
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posted by: newbie (reply)
post date: 04.27.04 (5:32 pm)
What's your point? shrug
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