"Once we went to the River Walk with a couple from his work and discovered that our 2 year old had taken her diaper off and was running around bare assed. We just laughed and sat her down right there and put a diaper on her. They thought it was weird and we should have gone to a bathroom but I don't care." whoaaaaaaaaaa you guys are sooooo wack! "Again to me this all seems lame, but it is all I can come up with off of the top of my head." Its not lame, nor entirely unique. You sound pretty normal. Just Friday night, i had 3 friends over for dinner...plowed though 4 bottles of wine, more than a 12 pack of beer, nico and jess played fashion dress up with the countless wigs, i took impromptu "glamourpuss shots" that could have progressed into nudie pics had i said the word (which i didnt), we danced to Junior Wells version of Good Morning Lil School Girl, Jess saying her husband Pete never dances (nor does he cook, nor does he like his picture taken...hmmmmm) Angry sam, pete and I had some really twisted conversation that started when i said computers reading lips is a bad thing and Pete got on some trip about progress. We proceeded to argue that i can only produce a negative when speaking of progress, while progress is all positive, in his mind. He seemed to posses this cosmic faith, that despite the universe shucking its excesses, all forms of progress were good, that the potential for computers taking on their own lifeform, developing emotions is a positive. I kept asking him if 2001 didnt teach him anything? When he passed out, we did the school girl version of a group poem. Writing four lines, folding the paper over three and passing it around the table. Somethign Angry Sam, Nico and I are pretty good at. Jess, again, made it clear, she wanted to fuck either my wife, or me, or both. She kept making oblique references to uncontrollable lust for those across the table (i.e. me). This went on for a while, then around 3 am, when it seemed as if they would crash over for the night, we put on Drug Store Cowboy, put Pete in our bed and we made a fort/bed in the living room and crashed out. i guess what im getting at with this anecdotal crap which seems to bore most, is that you arent that crazy, you aren't that different. Neither are we. Im also pretty sure the 1st hand testimonials of sex with Spunky are making me dizzy.
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