Wednesday, September 28, 2005

 

"She's all fuzzy in the cuffs," says N__, with a tongue-tied freakish lisp that is all bent outta shape from too much whiskey.

"Give me some good Squirt, Johnson!" says R_____, who is being pushed by N__ in a shopping cart we found between Toons and The Music Box. Where in the hell is the Music Box anyways? It seems like we've been trudging through this blizzard for hours, and the bars have to be closing soon.

"JOHNSON!" R______ screams at me, "I needs me some good Squirt!"

I jump at the sound of her shouting, and pull out the bottle she refers to: a warm and flat bottle of Vernor's ginger ale.

"your gonna have to stand up to get a sip of this here. I'm not gonna bend down nor slouch. I just won't do it." I says to her."I'm gonna stand up straight and if you got the gravy to make me slouch, I'd say your a better man than me, girl. A better man.... girl, but do you have a gravy commitment?"






"Let's just lay around in a big heap and watch some Matlock," says N__, trying to calm us all down. But we aint going nowhere until in the middle of the night and in the middle of the shit-caked street we find some plastic lawn chairs that will, needless to say....
go down.

We will not turn the teevee on until the chairs go down.

The muffuggin chairs are going down tonight, man.

posted by Hog 10:51 PM