The weirdest/funniest/disturbing(est) thing that happened (outside of Mom making Blanche sing a KT Oslin song that should never be heard again) concerned the Rum, Bourbon, and Godiva Liqueur balls that I made for tailgating on Friday. Since I made quite a few of all three and we didn't end up even eating half of them on Friday, the balls made an appearance at both Xena's party on Saturday and the Trump's on Sunday, which was a good thing because I would have eaten all of them and become even more bloated that I already am from the weekend. So, anyway, one of the attendees from the Trump's party walked up to me and said that he "was still enjoying my balls," and thankfully, instead of throwing up on him, I drunkenly laughed it off.
And now...I'm going to go shower...
Eep!
Since I haven't done this in a while, here is a Daily Demotivator:
3 comments:
Geez, if I had a dollar for every time some guy told me he was still enjoying my balls...
well, you didn't say if he was cute and/or sexy.
[Cherry] - hmmm...well, you have been traveling a lot lately. Maybe that is where you're getting your phat cash. :)
Timmy - He was neither. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have had to resist the urge to wretch. He's an old man...like grandpa old. And while he's a nice person..well, ewww
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