You know you're losing your shit when...
...you use the squirt-top bottle of Thai hot sauce to write "penis" on your veggie burger in lovely script, and then stand bent over the kitchen counter for ten minutes, chortling like an unmedicated crazy person.
So much for that troublesome maturity I was worried about.
So much for that troublesome maturity I was worried about.
posted by Helen the Felon at 3:27 PM
11 Comments:
*sigh* I'm in love with you! Now, if you only HAD a penis I'd be moving to New York right now, creepy yes, but true!
Oh man, I can totally picture you doing that. Reminds me of the time I asked you if you could drink beer in 'your condition'. That kind of unmedicated laughter.
So you had a hot penis tonight..kewl!
Did you say penis?
I haven’t been unmedicated in years.
I felt the same when I anagramed Gynocopia some time ago. It was GynoMite!
You haven't lost it yet. You know you've lost it when, after the chortling, you take out the camera and photographic the peniscript, color-correct it and post it. That's when it's time to rearrange the furniture and jump out the window.(Or, move to Boulder.)
But, but, by then the veggie burger was cold. Ew!
Hey! I now know what I'm serving at my next dinner gathering. Yay. Thanks for the idea.
You really do sound like the funnest date.
Oh honey, perhaps it's time to, uh, I dunno, get out more?
Post a Comment
<< Home