Spring has Sprung!
I have three events to report on from this weekend. I'll get right down to business:
1) My Pocket Gay got some booty. Good for him... and good for me. This conveniently took me out of the spotlight for a weekend. I thank the Pocket Gay for that! His bar performance, haste and follow-through was impeccable. No names were used, or required either. In fact, he doesn't know much more about the victim than the rest of us... lol
His only fault was in not finding out when the mystery man was heading back to Mtl. since a repeat performance could have possibly been in the works.
2) Mr. Morehouse can NO LONGER make sarcastic comments about my car, or lack of metal therein. At least the WHEELS STAY ON IT WHILE I'M DRIVING! At about 3pm today I received a desperate call from him asking for me to hop in my plastic pod and head down the street to pick up he and the luscious lesbos. They were stranded. See, while driving down Duke St. the rear tire of his car decided that it had had enough and opted to go on it's own path. Thankfully they were able to stop the car just in time and avoid driving down the street on the bumper. A tow truck came and as onlookers laughed (including myself) was able to get it back on safely enough to venture back to his place. Thank god this didn't happen last night when Derella and I made our late night McD's run to Quinpool. I would have shit my pants for sure.
3) Lastly, but certainly the highlight and more pressing issue of the weekend, the status of my roommate Julie. No folks, her weekend was not filled with a cross-Canada rendevous, a creamy dessert or even dinner and an movie. Julie spent her weekend at the hospital getting her lung re-inflated! It would seem that being a tall slender individual who recently gave up the cancer sticks has put her body in a state of shock. She's doing well, and is currently sporting some Thoracostomy-couture from the Cobequid Spring 2005 Collection. She's cleverly disguised this under her bountiful brazier of course, and is finding it to be even more uncomfortable than a new pair of Steve Madden's on a city-wide marathon. lol She seems to be in good spirits though (which could be drug-related) and is taking things in stride. Most importantly, her whit and sarcasm hasn't left her... Stay tuned for more updates.
1) My Pocket Gay got some booty. Good for him... and good for me. This conveniently took me out of the spotlight for a weekend. I thank the Pocket Gay for that! His bar performance, haste and follow-through was impeccable. No names were used, or required either. In fact, he doesn't know much more about the victim than the rest of us... lol
His only fault was in not finding out when the mystery man was heading back to Mtl. since a repeat performance could have possibly been in the works.
2) Mr. Morehouse can NO LONGER make sarcastic comments about my car, or lack of metal therein. At least the WHEELS STAY ON IT WHILE I'M DRIVING! At about 3pm today I received a desperate call from him asking for me to hop in my plastic pod and head down the street to pick up he and the luscious lesbos. They were stranded. See, while driving down Duke St. the rear tire of his car decided that it had had enough and opted to go on it's own path. Thankfully they were able to stop the car just in time and avoid driving down the street on the bumper. A tow truck came and as onlookers laughed (including myself) was able to get it back on safely enough to venture back to his place. Thank god this didn't happen last night when Derella and I made our late night McD's run to Quinpool. I would have shit my pants for sure.
3) Lastly, but certainly the highlight and more pressing issue of the weekend, the status of my roommate Julie. No folks, her weekend was not filled with a cross-Canada rendevous, a creamy dessert or even dinner and an movie. Julie spent her weekend at the hospital getting her lung re-inflated! It would seem that being a tall slender individual who recently gave up the cancer sticks has put her body in a state of shock. She's doing well, and is currently sporting some Thoracostomy-couture from the Cobequid Spring 2005 Collection. She's cleverly disguised this under her bountiful brazier of course, and is finding it to be even more uncomfortable than a new pair of Steve Madden's on a city-wide marathon. lol She seems to be in good spirits though (which could be drug-related) and is taking things in stride. Most importantly, her whit and sarcasm hasn't left her... Stay tuned for more updates.
posted by Jeff at 11:19 p.m.
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