Here's the deal: right now my current Miami host, a Cuban refugee with political asylum status in the US is on the phone with a junkyard looking for a tire for the car we just abandoned on the road. We had a blowout and it's after 6pm on a Saturday. Luckily Marcos knows a mechanic friend with a connection or two. The machanic is happy to provide a tire for us in exchange for, wait for it... a circumcision. My new friend Marcos is a doctor and is happy to exchange his services in order to get his car away from the illegal place we parked it.

Gotta run get the tire. I'm the only one with any kind of automobile (a motorcycle at that) so here we go!

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Posted July 16, 2005 05:36 PM @ (GMT - 6)

Comments

A tyre for a circumcision...

Too many jokes...

Posted by: The Savage | July 17, 2005 05:51 AM

Hey there, Wanderlust. Kelly is my best friend and she encouraged me to read your website, so she must like you. In any case, should you find yourself in need of a place to stay, I live in Fort Pierce, FL. However, you must not be allergic to cats or terribly attatched to the concept of air-conditioning (of course, an array of fans will provide a vortex for your sleeping pleasure). I wish you the best - but in the words of Buckaroo Bonzai, " Just remember- no matter where you go, there you are."

Posted by: Geri | July 18, 2005 06:19 AM