The Elder Responds:
For B. Chad Gray: Actually, I thought I had told you that you won, but a careful check of my sent messages reveals that I only said that "Blog of War" was my personal favorite, and that you get a cookie. I told other people that you had won, and I got a little confused as to exactly whom I had told what (sort of like having multiple girlfriends in separate towns).
For Sammy: You were never nice enough not to rub my nose in anything and everything you could find (even if you had to make it up!). As I remember it, 1) SOMEBODY kept refilling my glass, and 2) there were only two ugly, buck-toothed, cross-eyed, myopic, hair-lipped, Special-Olympic-rejected, club-footed, Norwegian trolls at that party, and you had one under each arm. Of course they were just trying to keep you from falling face first onto the dance floor. And speaking of which, what were you doing on the dance floor? I have never seen you dance, and if you danced that night, it was the crookedest jig I ever saw. You dance like a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. Either that, or it was the most indirect path to the pisser employed by anyone that evening. As for my girl/troll/trollop, her grunting was... well,... ya know...
For Sammy: You were never nice enough not to rub my nose in anything and everything you could find (even if you had to make it up!). As I remember it, 1) SOMEBODY kept refilling my glass, and 2) there were only two ugly, buck-toothed, cross-eyed, myopic, hair-lipped, Special-Olympic-rejected, club-footed, Norwegian trolls at that party, and you had one under each arm. Of course they were just trying to keep you from falling face first onto the dance floor. And speaking of which, what were you doing on the dance floor? I have never seen you dance, and if you danced that night, it was the crookedest jig I ever saw. You dance like a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. Either that, or it was the most indirect path to the pisser employed by anyone that evening. As for my girl/troll/trollop, her grunting was... well,... ya know...
posted by Christopher Willis at 7:32 AM
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It was to damn cold to piss outside. Have you ever seen curved, yellow icicles that stick up in the air from the ground?
Carrie made it here at about 3PM local time. Krista (friend here in Florida) picked her up at about 6 to go to dinner. Carrie said she was going to bed as soon as she got back from eating.
Yes, there was a dance floor, or at least there was once we moved some tables out of the way. There was even a band (sort of) there later that night. Mostly it was just drunk people who couldn't play any of the instruments that were on the stage. Yes, there was a stage (though it was small). I am sure that Sammy was 1) too drunk to remember it, and 2) too short to see above it.
Remind me to tell you the joke about the blind man and the trained mouse.
As for how I ended up with the "troll",... well, 1) I was just lucky, and 2) it was brief, and 3) NOTHING happened!
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