Gently.
Gently, I said, you b@stards!
Damn, I was pounded last night. I'm still taking stock of the bruises.
That's what I get for desiring pictures of Rob Zombie and getting
close enough to take a decent one (that man is FIT, I tell you!). At
least you get the fruits of my labors without the suffocating smells,
sweat, and constant pressing and pushing....(was that an inappropriate
grope/pelvic thrust that I just felt, or just another person landing
on my backside?) There was so much of it all, I almost became
desensitized to it (well, except for the occasional odors that drifted
up from the bog.)
And there was....rum and coke without the coke; looking after the
little girls; little-girl moshing advice: "Just push back...er...that
one was my boyfriend."; the hippy fight erupting 2 feet away (do
hippies punch like that?); show-her-tits girl; help from random men;
smashed glasses on the floor; a drink down my pants; booby picture
shows; guitarist from Motley Crue; House of 1000 Corpses clown;
guitarist suggestively-squirted-water on my face; and GOOD music...old
school White ZOmbie and Rob ZOmbie: More Human Than Human, Living Dead
Girl, Never Gonna Stop, Spookshow Baby; then new stuff (from Educated
Horses): Foxy Foxy, Lord's of Salem.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Monday, March 06, 2006
Russian Mardi Gras
...is the pre-Lenten celebration that apparently lasts a full week (those party animals...our stamina is only a day *wink*)
Anyways, this weekend we partook in some of the celebration, by consuming Russian pancakes filled with sour cream and caviar. I confirmed that my little girl is an eccentric, at the ripe old age of 4: she wouldn't have any of the pancakes, but took many helpings of caviar. For me, the pancakes were the only way to consume those popping, salty sacs....it was much safer when they were hidden by pancake.
On a completely different note, my lady has learned how to fix my (running) toilet. :D
Anyways, this weekend we partook in some of the celebration, by consuming Russian pancakes filled with sour cream and caviar. I confirmed that my little girl is an eccentric, at the ripe old age of 4: she wouldn't have any of the pancakes, but took many helpings of caviar. For me, the pancakes were the only way to consume those popping, salty sacs....it was much safer when they were hidden by pancake.
On a completely different note, my lady has learned how to fix my (running) toilet. :D
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Adventures in Bumblefuck-Land
The sum of this past weekend was consumed with a trip west to upstate NY.
I had the extreme fortune early on in the trip of rendezvousing at a lovely little Thai restaurant with a friend that I rarely see. SO rarely, that I was even more horrified and embarrassed than usual when Noel:
a.) farted during dinner b.) discussed kissing the friend c.) declared, "Just let me LOOK at it!" referring to a freckle on my arm that she has a fascination with.
Hopefully, most of these things went under the radar. ;)
Later on, in that same leg of the journey, I found myself saying to a nice older lady, "Well, it's OK, I can just call my parents to help me out." What am I? Age 15?
One lovely discovery made while home, must be credited to my Mom. Thanks to her "browse this magazine" suggestion I was able to find this very sacrilegious food item. Take note: ingesting the lamb of god is calorie-free!
And then the picture here was taken during the return trip. I used to watch that show religiously (well, at least as regular as I can be about TV programming).
I had the extreme fortune early on in the trip of rendezvousing at a lovely little Thai restaurant with a friend that I rarely see. SO rarely, that I was even more horrified and embarrassed than usual when Noel:
a.) farted during dinner b.) discussed kissing the friend c.) declared, "Just let me LOOK at it!" referring to a freckle on my arm that she has a fascination with.
Hopefully, most of these things went under the radar. ;)
Later on, in that same leg of the journey, I found myself saying to a nice older lady, "Well, it's OK, I can just call my parents to help me out." What am I? Age 15?
One lovely discovery made while home, must be credited to my Mom. Thanks to her "browse this magazine" suggestion I was able to find this very sacrilegious food item. Take note: ingesting the lamb of god is calorie-free!
And then the picture here was taken during the return trip. I used to watch that show religiously (well, at least as regular as I can be about TV programming).
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