uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuungh i need a cheeseburger.
“marge, make a pot of coffee, drink it, then start making burgers.”
fil needs that jacket so that i can make fun of him until the end of time for it. gill generously reminded us all about this last nite:
i have two great stories to share later when i regain some of my marbles. one story involves a dude cartwheeling from the dance floor into two chicks and the other story involves me crying in the green room. yes even i am still amazed by my continuous ability at reaching new lows.
thanks to me, we listened to a guns ‘n roses CASSETTE i dug out of a box and once i figured out how to rewind then fast forward and rewind it again we listened to patience ten million times.
spooky nitetime steamwhistle brewery.
i’m like, why is there a bra here? oh right. ok WHY is there a jock strap here?
see the guy in the old man plaid hat the same as mine? he made me cry. booze might have assisted in that too.
nice salt ‘n pepa joke gill.
another one of my favourite things to discuss with lindy every time i see him is how great it is that one of major maker’s videos has captured fat raymi and time capsuled her for ever and ever and no it does not make me bitter at all.
oh yeah i did my signature look what i can do move where i have a full pint or bottle of beer and i double 360 degree rotate/twirl it from my right hip inward then back up and over my head but this time i did it for strangers and sloshed it all over the floor every time which of course inspired me to try again to PROVE i could spill more beer everywhere.
SEACREST OUT!
