A True Story...

I have house guests.
I don't know them, they are friends of my currently away roomie.
They are pretty and wear funky clothes.
They speak Spanish

Having visitors makes you do silly things. You want to make a good impression, well at least it does that to me.
I bought good coffee so they would think I am stylish.
I bought a new hat, for the same purpose.

They had been hogging the bathroom and I really needed to go. Finally I got to get in there. Trouble is that the bathroom is directly across from the room they were in, I felt self conscious.

Oh no.

...shit.

double shit...


Fresh, yet Macho!

Step Away From The Hotdog.

This is a post dedicated to those Hotdogs that roll, roll, roll away for hours on end at your local cinema.
This is also about the poor bastards that eat them when they are already in a sickly way, then go into a delirious state toward the end of Oceans 12.

It's a celebration of classy vomiting out of a car on the way home.
When I say classy I am not being sarcastic. Nope, it was swift, neat and even daintly.
Cheers to you mate, I was impressed by the way you held it all together.
You deserved the cool compress I gave you on your couch and the ginger ale on the rocks.
Plus I haven't seen anyone throw up out of a car for years, especially sober.
This post is yours.

stop the press....
Aforementioned fellow AIMed me this morning to clarify if Julie Roberts' character did in fact pretend to be Julia Roberts herself in Ocean 12, or was he just delirous at the time. I was sorry to inform him that 'no' he was in fact remembering it correctly ( someone pass me a hotdog).