March 4, 2006
HOT POTATO
I remember playing Hot Potato as a child. Whatever the object was, it was tossed from hand to hand. Too hot to handle.
And so it was tonight, when Zonker called me from Christina's. That cell phone was a fucking Hot Potato. Sadie! Talk to Vman! Xtina! Talk to Vman! Dash! Talk to Vman!
I'm figuring by the time I'd boreassed Dash to death with my learned disposition on LBJ, and San Marco, and other things he knew far more intimately than I ever will know, the others were pointing at him. Laughing.
That's okay. They are a killah group of people. I'm jealous I'm not there with them. They? Mopping their brows in thanks. THAT, Intrepids, is a crew. Of beautiful people.
Post Scriptum: this is really as nice as I get. Wallow in it.
Awww. We miss ya, Vman. I'm drinking one for ya right now. Bottoms up.
Not that kinda bottoms up. Pervert.
More Peppahs!!!
Posted by: sadie at March 4, 2006 10:54 PMYou and yours are certainly welcome in this part of the world. Just say when.
Thank you!
; )
Posted by: Chrissy at March 4, 2006 11:22 PMHey, I'm jealous, too! Or is that "envious"?
Sadie: Careful, now. V-man got a thang for bottoms.
Posted by: Elisson at March 5, 2006 12:06 AMHot potato? Shit, man, I had a totally different perspective on the situation. I have this image of a bunch of winos passing around a bottle of Thunderbird. They're never really sure what's gonna happen when they twist off that cap except that it's gonna be a good kinda fucked up.
Posted by: zonker at March 5, 2006 12:42 AMYeah, I caught that 'tater last time I was out there at Christina's House o' Blogfest. Someone said "Here, talk to this guy in (insert random southern state)!"
To this day, I have no effin' clue who was on the other end of the line.
The best part? Neither does he.
Posted by: El Capitan at March 6, 2006 3:59 PMAm I the only one that found it a tad bit disturbing that zonker kept asking what I was wearing? It may take years of counseling to get of the mental images of the things he was suggesting about the goat and vat of Crisco.
Disturbing I say.
Almost as disturbing as the ladies of the pink hat society.
Posted by: phin at March 6, 2006 8:28 PM