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May 18, 2007

Dear Diary: Hot Leather

Is there an update anyone? Perhaps....oh...yes, clearly Dwooble and Kerry are not going to pen this weeks entry, so I will. And what exactly will I discuss? The demise of my brother's hero, Mr. Falwell? No. The retirement of the Barker fellow - which, I had been hoping would turn out to be the much tattooed chap from the tv show, instead of the Price is Right man. So, no, he won't be discussed.

Upcoming things of import though:

1. Jeri and I are heading to that Las Vegas place in a few weeks (simply because we want to escape the heat). I anticipate she and Mrs. K-Dog will do a bit of shopping.

2. Quite shortly after that, K-Dog and I are headed for Ann Arbor for insight into one of his most favourite of anatomical subjects. I'm sure that I'll be kicking his shins a number of times, and gawking at the flecks chunks of fat adhering to his beard.

3. Speaking of fat, it does appear that the rascal who burgled our bungalow was pinched by the DEA this last week. I was not expecting the thug to be a woman. Nor was I expecting her to look like Oprah.

4. Butterfly Lovers is coming along swimmingly. Over on the Playlist, it's track #4. Yeah, you may notice that the first few tracks are from the latest Machine Head release. Jeri's choice!

5. Tony will die this week. He's got to. Just like this Jordan girl needs to get her ass off that show Dwooble watches while I fling cats around.

Hi!

Contrived by Joshua at May 18, 2007 01:16 PM

Comments

The Blackening is a very good album.

Posted by: will at May 19, 2007 02:12 PM

Speaking of Will...I sat on the bus a couple of weeks ago, doing my part to save a few lives here and there. Sweet Jesus, the bus was frigid. The (I want to say Hawaiian lady) kept trying to puncture my nipples as they were more visible than my veins.

And the "cantina" on the bus just isn't as relaxing, though I did get myself some cheeze-its.

Posted by: Joshua at May 20, 2007 11:35 AM

Oh I dare her to come back! wont she be suprised when she see's her mugshot on the fridge!

Posted by: doodle at May 21, 2007 05:33 AM

Hopefully she makes better use of the backpack this time, breaks less glass, and takes the cats with her (better use of the backpack!)

She'd probably take the photo, send it to mother, who'd frame it on the mantel with the rest of her thug children.

Posted by: Joshua at May 21, 2007 08:20 AM

I don't know any Hawaiians. Do you have a better description?

Posted by: will at May 22, 2007 04:19 PM

Ok here goes:

White lab jacket
Scrubs, top was I believe of the more chipper variety, pants, plain but colour coordinated
Shoes were a comfortable sort, perhaps clogs, maybe not.

Short dark hair, could have some gray in it, but don't quote me on that.

In her 40's perhaps.

Chubby, not obese.

Sharp needle, draining my blood whilst pumping in some sort of experimental thought controlling substance at the request of the US Government. (I maintain, perhaps ignorantly, that the life saving technician was completely unaware as to what the government was up to.)

Posted by: Joshua at May 22, 2007 05:22 PM

When you speak of these "government, conspiracy type things" people think your crazy. Not that I want to start anymore trouble with this sort of dialogue again!

Posted by: doodle at May 22, 2007 07:15 PM

Aaahhhhh. Now I know who you mean. I was there, I see you just didn't bother to come by.

Posted by: will at May 22, 2007 09:25 PM

Aaahhhhh. Now I know who you mean. I was there, I see you just didn't bother to come by.

Posted by: will at May 22, 2007 09:25 PM

When I showed up with my appointment card, I was given the requisite forms to fill out saying "yeah right back in '82 I wasn't an active participant in some wild homosexual Haitian orgies, and no that wasn't me having anal sex inside a Nigerian prison, while shooting heroin with a needle we found at the landfill", and upon completion of these forms, the (quite cranky, if not belligerent), fogey volunteer ordered me out to the bus.

Don't take it personally, blame the old bitty. (I think she's just jealous 'cuz she's never experience love Haitian style)

Posted by: Joshua at May 22, 2007 10:34 PM

It was you're responsibility to show her what Haitian love is like. We were very pissed that no one seemed to be sent to the bus, because we were doing all of the work. You must have been 1 of 2 people they actually sent out there. I will make her wish she was never born.

Posted by: will at May 23, 2007 08:05 PM

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