Good food, good friends
Nov. 27th, 2005 01:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpeppergood standup, ridiculously cute children (and yes, poodle on speed is a good description of the little one, but I like poodles), cartoons, a showing of Office Space, an impressive display of sharp things, INCLUDING a Darth Vader lightsaber that makes the fun noises and stuff - goddamn. That gave me penis envy right there. And hours of playing with the cutest, shyest ball python ever. I miss reptiles. I haven't played with a snake since Amarys.
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anzovin - we were watching the Fairly Oddparents movie on Nickelodeon, which was really kind of a tribute show spoofing kids' TV through the ages, and there was a spoof of the Peanuts' holiday special, except instead of Christmas they were celebrating Hannukah, which set up the following line: "But wait... we haven't gotten to the part where the Great Menorah rises out of the bagel patch!!!" So wrong on so many levels.
But yeah, mad thanks tohtl_1126, drklord1922, and V (you've got lj, but damned if I remember your handle... or maybe you don't and I've been smoking late-night crack) for having us for the shindig. Good times...
And now for something completely different - could someone excise my uterus with a melon baller? oh, wait, someone already is. Fuck. *sigh* I should probably go to bed before my hormones turn me into a pumpkin. With rabies. And distemper. And whatever disease makes you want to feast on human flesh and listen to a lot of Dennis Leary. Crutzfeld Jacobs... except would you call it mad pumpkin disease then? The Mad Rabid Distempered Pumpkin rises from the pumpkin patch and feasts on the flesh of small children with blankets and overdeveloped senses of optimism. And for dessert, bitter Irishmen that smoke and eat way too much red meat. Which considering Mad Cow disease would really be a bite in the ass for him...
...right. Maybe I should just go to bed before I type anything else. And I got drunk yesterday - I really have no excuse tonight for the above. God, my brain is a scary place sometimes.
Oh yeah,
anzovin - we were watching the Fairly Oddparents movie on Nickelodeon, which was really kind of a tribute show spoofing kids' TV through the ages, and there was a spoof of the Peanuts' holiday special, except instead of Christmas they were celebrating Hannukah, which set up the following line: "But wait... we haven't gotten to the part where the Great Menorah rises out of the bagel patch!!!" So wrong on so many levels.But yeah, mad thanks to
htl_1126, drklord1922, and V (you've got lj, but damned if I remember your handle... or maybe you don't and I've been smoking late-night crack) for having us for the shindig. Good times...And now for something completely different - could someone excise my uterus with a melon baller? oh, wait, someone already is. Fuck. *sigh* I should probably go to bed before my hormones turn me into a pumpkin. With rabies. And distemper. And whatever disease makes you want to feast on human flesh and listen to a lot of Dennis Leary. Crutzfeld Jacobs... except would you call it mad pumpkin disease then? The Mad Rabid Distempered Pumpkin rises from the pumpkin patch and feasts on the flesh of small children with blankets and overdeveloped senses of optimism. And for dessert, bitter Irishmen that smoke and eat way too much red meat. Which considering Mad Cow disease would really be a bite in the ass for him...
...right. Maybe I should just go to bed before I type anything else. And I got drunk yesterday - I really have no excuse tonight for the above. God, my brain is a scary place sometimes.
