Friday, April 28, 2006
true tales of tuesday night - thursday edition
Earlier this week, Kup called and said he had free movie tickets for Thursday and wanted Dirty and I to go see a movie with him. We said yes because we like Kup and love free stuff. Turns out the free movie was RV. You know, the one where Robin Williams plays a hapless father taking his family on a cross country vacation in an RV? Yeah, so that sucked. On the way to the theatre we practiced some of the things we planned on yelling out, like: "HOLY @#%$! It's Mork!" and "RV? More like stinking pile of horse $#@&!" Those were both mine. Here was Dirty's: "That Jo Jo chick is hot! How old is she?" Except he wasn't going to yell it out so much as whisper it under his breath, creepily.
We didn't get a chance to use our expertly-honed, razor-sharp barbs, though, because fifteen minutes into the movie we got up and left. It was that bad. And I feel like I'm an expert on bad movies. I sat through LeDivorce. Le Divorce? More like Le Stinking Pile of Horse $#@&! See how well that works?
We left the movie and went to the new Shamrocks that opened up over in Hartland. The original Shamrocks is Dirty's second home so he was anxious to compare and contrast. We all liked it, but thought it was missing something. I thought it was missing an "O'Charley's" sign out front. It felt like a family restaurant to me instead of a bar. And everybody knows I hate families.
We played some darts and drank a few beers. I really suck at darts. Really suck. I tried to make it fun, though, by making up dart terminology like "living in the crevice" and "splitting the two." When that didn't work, I decided to make it fun by throwing darts at Kup's feet. That worked.
When we left we decided to revive last summer's Project: PP. Project: PP was this thing Dirty and I did where we'd end our nights on the town by peeing on our friends' lawns. Last night we peed on Vlad and ET's lawn. As we were pulling out we saw Vlad peeking out the blinds, so we called him and told him it was us. We didn't want him to think there were random vandals using the bathroom in his yard. The devil you know and all that...
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Oy!
Now we can ruin another one!
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We didn't get a chance to use our expertly-honed, razor-sharp barbs, though, because fifteen minutes into the movie we got up and left. It was that bad. And I feel like I'm an expert on bad movies. I sat through LeDivorce. Le Divorce? More like Le Stinking Pile of Horse $#@&! See how well that works?
We left the movie and went to the new Shamrocks that opened up over in Hartland. The original Shamrocks is Dirty's second home so he was anxious to compare and contrast. We all liked it, but thought it was missing something. I thought it was missing an "O'Charley's" sign out front. It felt like a family restaurant to me instead of a bar. And everybody knows I hate families.
We played some darts and drank a few beers. I really suck at darts. Really suck. I tried to make it fun, though, by making up dart terminology like "living in the crevice" and "splitting the two." When that didn't work, I decided to make it fun by throwing darts at Kup's feet. That worked.
When we left we decided to revive last summer's Project: PP. Project: PP was this thing Dirty and I did where we'd end our nights on the town by peeing on our friends' lawns. Last night we peed on Vlad and ET's lawn. As we were pulling out we saw Vlad peeking out the blinds, so we called him and told him it was us. We didn't want him to think there were random vandals using the bathroom in his yard. The devil you know and all that...
file under: true tales
Oy!
Now we can ruin another one!
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