There was so much I wanted to tell you about today.
How the bar gossip just got wilder after every pitcher.
How Breakfast revealed extensive information about my skipping/dancing partner and his wedding requirements. (she must have hair. There is a footbridge and a funny coincidence involved.).
How AWESOME (the band) is Awesome (the adjective).
How an authentic southern meal = going to bed at 10.(GRITS = girls raised in the south)
But just a few minutes ago, my boyfriend answered the door naked and hungover, announced "There's a girl in here, but it's not how it looks', sent me away and then frantically called me back when he realized* that -in Womanspeak- he had just plainly stated: 'I was just cheating on you when you knocked.'
It was so 'Three's Company' that I almost fell over the couch.
*See: the girl on the couch told him
Oh, how Mr. Farley is totally going to totally misread this otherwise innocent sequence of completely coincidental mishaps...
(And Awsome is as Awesome does).
Posted by: KING COMTE I at October 25, 2004 09:22 PMAwesome loves you the most. Don't tell anyone.
Posted by: The Bailiff at October 25, 2004 09:59 PMhmmmmmm
authentic southern meal is always washed down with PBR.
hee hee here a grit is po' white trash.
Posted by: sue at October 29, 2004 05:21 AM