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Different Teresa. She's Canadian, eh?
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| So did you finally ask out that girl from bowling? | |
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| No, she talked to me for about forty seconds. Then she became transfixed on a sleazy jackass with the I.Q. of a baked potato. | |
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| Ouch, sorry. What about the other one you met in the fall? Any luck there? | |
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| She hooked up with a guy at a holiday party a day before I called her back. He dumped his dying girlfriend for her, and now they're living together! | |
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| I take it that your notoriously bad luck with women is why Katrina had to quit consulting you on these matters? | |
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| Yeah, pretty much. But maybe there's hope, because in Soviet Canada, everything will be the opposite! | |
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