January 3, 1973
You rotten prick: Now I've got 10 ladies dancing in my living room. I don't know why I call those sluts ladies. They've been balling those pipers all night long. Now the cows can't sleep and they've all got diarrhea. My living room is a river of shit. The Commissioner of Buildings has subpeonaed me to give cause why the building shouldn't be condemned. I'm calling the police on you!
Agnes
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Day TEN...
Posted by Bruce, a work in progress at 9:00 AM
Labels: holidays, twelve days of Christmas
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Can you imagine the smell? The flies must have been something else to deal with as well.
Don't even want to think about it. How is everything?
Go Agnes! She has plenty of witnesses since we've all been here viewing what a pain in the ass John's been making of himself. x
i wish i had ladies dancing in my room. but then they would get their stripper dust (glitter) all over the furniture
Kitty we'll schedule you for a deposition right away.
TM, we'll schedule you for an intervention.
intervention? no thanks. schedule a party with a full bar. and if you are hosting and doing the subsequent clean up, then the ladies dancing can come.
PS you have finally been blogrolled.
She needs to hire My Cousin Vinny and his shotgun.
And while Cousin Vinny is occupado, I'll do Marisa...
Sounds like my house after one of those parties we used to have.
Now that I think about it, I have no idea why my wife is still married to me.
TM, I have to clean up too? Crap.
WOO HOO! Blogrolled! Is that like virtually being mugged and robbed in blogland.
Sorry Col but I'm going to have to ask you to step away from Marisa. Keep your hands where I can see them.
Hey TM, party at Mike's house! Mike are you sure she still is married to you?
I just wanted to report on the swans and geese. Thanks for lending. My neighbor (the one I owed a few special favors too) went out back mad as a hatter with his shot gun trying to pluck off the fowl one at a time. Unfortunately he was drunk, and seemed to not realize that water fowl do not sit up in trees but rather stay on the ground. He shot a large branch off of his tree and it fell on him. We think he is alive, but the hospital won't give us details...so we are guaranteed at least 2 weeks of peace and quiet. Thanks so much!
MI, alway happy to serve as an instrument of Karmic justice.
I need to make like a webcomic of this or something
mugged, robbed... why not add a rapin and a car jackin' in there?
Mal, that sounds like a great idea.
TM, only if the party is at Mike's house and he's cleaning up.
nah, mike only has gin. when i drink gin i tend to blackout, and if there are dancing ladies there, i want to remember my good, lap dancing times
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