Monday
Props to Rimpy who properly guessed Borne (pronounced burnie) as my location yesterday. Shelley and I initially thought of going to Fredericksburg for the day, but gauged that we’d gotten too late a start. Boerne had the car thing going on, which was pretty cool. One of my favorite cars was the big Caddy with the clown on the hood. The thing was fucking huge inside. It was even for sale. No price was listed though.
While in Boerne, we stumbled upon an Italian water ice stand. They had sugar-free tangerine water ice that was to fucking die for. We had two each. I’ve officially attributed those fucking things to horrific case of the Hershey Squirts Shelley and I both had later that day. I’m talking one of those hours-long, explosive, barely-make-it-to-the-toilet episodes. Initially I blamed the chicken wings I had with my daughter Friday (and some I brought back here), but my daughter was experiencing no gastrological distress, so the Dago ice gets the blame. I wish I could remember the name of the place.
Next week The Boy and I will be going on a road trip. I’m not taking my computer, so the next WTFIC will be after my return.
Am I the only one on the face of the planet sick and fucking tired of hearing about Michael Jackson? I mean, the motherfucker is dead and he’s just released a new song. Please, God, make it fucking stop.
While in Boerne, we stumbled upon an Italian water ice stand. They had sugar-free tangerine water ice that was to fucking die for. We had two each. I’ve officially attributed those fucking things to horrific case of the Hershey Squirts Shelley and I both had later that day. I’m talking one of those hours-long, explosive, barely-make-it-to-the-toilet episodes. Initially I blamed the chicken wings I had with my daughter Friday (and some I brought back here), but my daughter was experiencing no gastrological distress, so the Dago ice gets the blame. I wish I could remember the name of the place.
Next week The Boy and I will be going on a road trip. I’m not taking my computer, so the next WTFIC will be after my return.
Am I the only one on the face of the planet sick and fucking tired of hearing about Michael Jackson? I mean, the motherfucker is dead and he’s just released a new song. Please, God, make it fucking stop.
5 comments:
Damn, I swear, maybe its the fact that I am not from here but all these fuckin towns look the same.
Sorry to hear about your incident. Did you report it to Dr. Chip? He would be interested.
Michael Jackson will never die. This and the fact that there is no cure for Herpes will haunt us for many years to come.
who is Michael Jackson?
Joker: They kinda do, now that you mention it! Dr. Chip?
Peanutbutterfilthy: Word, my brotha.
I don't watch "real time" TV much, Primetime on demand kicks ass along with the DVR. I FUCKING LOVE It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia ;), mmmm, DANNY DEVITO!!!
I saw a mall Ninga at the St. Augustine mall, I even snapped a picture of him, need to get it on my computer and send it to you. ;)
Love from Nay
P.S. EVERYBODY LOVES NANNERPUS
Nay: The only "real-time" TV viewing I do these days is the news...and some sports.
What is it with you and midgets and midget-like people? ;-)
I LOVE It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Shelley isn't particularly fond of it, but I love it. So does The Boy. on the way back from Austin, he told me to make sure I watched the "Gail the Snail" episode. Fucking cracked me up. It's a very, very sick show!
Love you and miss you my friend.
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