After pathetically crutchin' through NYC this past week and a half--braving rain water filled potholes, slippery subway steps, and crowds that really do view me as the walking handicapped--I think I've succeeded in enlarging the size of the crack in my hip by simply spending a 'quiet' night in.
The throbbing pain now, I can only assume, is caused by the fact that but a few hours earlier I was jumping up and down (sans crutch), flailing my fists wildly in the air, and demonstrating rather dexterous feats of contortionism on account of the atrocitiy I was witnessing on FOX 5.
I called my friend R, who told me he was ripping up his comforter as we spoke. I'm slightly worried, so I think tomorrow I'll check on him, and maybe I'll find him covered in down feathers, a bottle of Jack lodged in his ass, and a thicket of Benson & Hedges sprouting from his slightly agape lips. As for me, per his suggestion, I think I'll make a 'Soxpuppet' and stick it up my !*&%*.
Wow, I'm going back to my bubbly fishes, Marlins. I'm still reeling...no pun, no joke.
Perhaps you should have been listening to George Winston's Variations on the Kanon in D instead of jumping up and down in reaction to some baseball game!
My Prayer: "Please, God, don't tell me she was rooting for the Cardinals AND she's voting for Bush! I mean, I realize she likes BUSH, but never heard she liked it preceeded by a "W"!!!! Amen."
Posted by: Chef Pot Roast | October 28, 2004 at 02:14 PM
You know, I just like Bush. I can't quite put my finger on it, but he doesn't rub me the wrong way. Does my predilecton for Bush mean that I can't come over and have yer beef?
Posted by: Nat | October 29, 2004 at 03:37 PM
I am surprised that Snatch likes Bush. To think, for all these years, she has been putting that epilady to good use -- its about time we all put good use to those buzz shavers and have NO MORE BUSH. I have no problem with Natalie eating her rare salmon with a little Heinz-Kerry Ketchup!
Posted by: Bush Muncher | October 30, 2004 at 01:54 AM