Photo booths rock. Even if this one DID make a coupla pale, sober, hetero girls look like stoned lesbians with spray-on tans.
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By GOD, we shore are purdy! Stoned or no!
...I DID study yesterday. And then I got a reminder that one of the guys out of my station was having a Poker Party (huh-huh). I don't play Poker, but I DO drink beer. So I went and bought 2 roses and a gaggle of Beef Jerky and presented them as a bouquet for him and his wife (the roses being primarily for her, but he did briefly smell one.) It was Good Times!
I like roses. Sentimental fool that I am, I've saved just about every rose any man has ever given me (at least until they fall apart). Erm, I mean the roses, not the men. Falling apart. I mean.
Beef Jerky? In all honesty, I don't think I've ever actually eaten one. Do Beefy Jerks count? Cuz I've had enough of those in my time to convince me that, unfortunately, I do indeed love them in spite of how unhealthy they are for me.
RE: beer. Mmmmmmmm...Y'know I'm a fool for my brew. It's just that my brew isn't quite so kind in return. I go from sober to horny drunk almost immediately (a boon--and a moneysaver--for the right guy); but then I go from horny drunk to tearful, heartbroken drunk with only a sliver of an unpredictable margin. (As you witnessed Friday night, it only took three beers for me to flash my tit at that cute Limey bartender friend of yours. 'Course, the cute Limey accent didn't hurt none, either. But it's a good thing I stopped at 3 or I woulda been smackdab into one of my emotionally intense episodes. "We" are starting to understand the nature of those, but not yet able to distance from them, so yer friggin' lucky this time!!)
Well, there IS/ WAS Chicken Little, but I'm certain that falls in the same category, as the Stupid Poultry Bastage was convinced the sky was falling.
Surely it was a fly-by pooping! Fowl play, as the chicken-kids say.
I'm not a big fan of the jerky stuff, largely due to a past reading of its ingredients, which commence with "mechanically separated chicken parts" (WHICH HAVE, in turn, given me daymares of merciless, moustached anti-chicken robots)...
...but when you're fueling up yer car on the way to a party, the host of which says he desires no contribution, and that gas station carries single roses and jerky treats...
By GOD! You do not want to show up empty-handed. 'Tis poor manners, considering the host is an avid hunter and he's got a frilly, Lincoln-Park, rose-lovin' wife!
************************************************* At this point, I'm wondering why no one has brought up the subject of
PULLED PORK,
Which is a delicious sammich-filler, but also BEGS to be contemplated in an extremely low-brow manner.
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By GOD, we shore are purdy! Stoned or no!
...I DID study yesterday.
And then I got a reminder that one of the guys out of my station was having a Poker Party (huh-huh). I don't play Poker, but I DO drink beer. So I went and bought 2 roses and a gaggle of Beef Jerky and presented them as a bouquet for him and his wife (the roses being primarily for her, but he did briefly smell one.)
It was Good Times!
I like roses. Sentimental fool that I am, I've saved just about every rose any man has ever given me (at least until they fall apart). Erm, I mean the roses, not the men. Falling apart. I mean.
Beef Jerky? In all honesty, I don't think I've ever actually eaten one. Do Beefy Jerks count? Cuz I've had enough of those in my time to convince me that, unfortunately, I do indeed love them in spite of how unhealthy they are for me.
RE: beer. Mmmmmmmm...Y'know I'm a fool for my brew. It's just that my brew isn't quite so kind in return. I go from sober to horny drunk almost immediately (a boon--and a moneysaver--for the right guy); but then I go from horny drunk to tearful, heartbroken drunk with only a sliver of an unpredictable margin. (As you witnessed Friday night, it only took three beers for me to flash my tit at that cute Limey bartender friend of yours. 'Course, the cute Limey accent didn't hurt none, either. But it's a good thing I stopped at 3 or I woulda been smackdab into one of my emotionally intense episodes. "We" are starting to understand the nature of those, but not yet able to distance from them, so yer friggin' lucky this time!!)
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Can we please use your phone? My friend here has eaten too many brownies.
Oh, you like beef jerky?
Do you like chicken stupid?
Yes, I TOTALLY looked stoned. But Mamma don't do that. Not that there's anything wrong with it. I just don't.
It was more like, 'Huh??? There's a FOURTH shot?? Man, I thought we were done.'
Chicken stupid? Is there any other kind??
Well, there IS/ WAS Chicken Little, but I'm certain that falls in the same category, as the Stupid Poultry Bastage was convinced the sky was falling.
Surely it was a fly-by pooping!
Fowl play, as the chicken-kids say.
I'm not a big fan of the jerky stuff, largely due to a past reading of its ingredients, which commence with "mechanically separated chicken parts" (WHICH HAVE, in turn, given me daymares of merciless, moustached anti-chicken robots)...
...but when you're fueling up yer car on the way to a party, the host of which says he desires no contribution, and that gas station carries single roses and jerky treats...
By GOD! You do not want to show up empty-handed. 'Tis poor manners, considering the host is an avid hunter and he's got a frilly, Lincoln-Park, rose-lovin' wife!
*************************************************
At this point, I'm wondering why no one has brought up the subject of
PULLED PORK,
Which is a delicious sammich-filler, but also BEGS to be contemplated in an extremely low-brow manner.
Anyone??
HA! A month later-- and some change-- and no one has taken up my challenge.
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