So we booked our flight to Germany a week ago today.
The last time we were there, we ate, we drank, we ate some more, we drank some more, we hit seven countries, we broke, well, we ate some more, we drank, etc. We also spent one hungover morning catching ol' 90210 reruns.
Yes. The Donna Martin GRADUATES! Donna Martin GRADUATES! episode was the one that stands out the most. Of course, all we heard was Donna Martin *GERMAN*! Donna Martin *GERMAN*! but that's beside the point.
May 22 to 30, b*tches. And we're catching the Bon Jovi on the 24th, too. Bon Jovi, from Jersey, in Germany. OMS, from a porch and a parking lot in Jersey, in Germany. Coincidence? We think not.
We just thought we'd share. Now, then, off with the gloves and onto the Heroez and Not So Much with the Heroez for the week that was.
By the way, one of you said we should be more funnier. One of you can (deleted due to inappropriate content) our mother(deleted due to inappropriate content) (deleted due to inappropriate content) you (deleted due to inappropriate content) of a (deleted due to inappropriate content).
Heroez...
It's warmer, right? Right?
This story. And there's an H in blah, blah. The email is the devil, blah.
"O'Malley. Stop lookin' at my vajayjay." (It was a toss-up between this and "I gave you sex in the linen closet. You do it."). Either way, the Grey's Anatomy is fast-becoming our favorite program on the TV. Buy Season 1 today in a store near you! Seriously.
Not so much...
No doubt. Biggest. Asshole. Ever. And here's the thing. We've gone hunting with our ol' man twice in the last three years, and it's become a regular gig, this "hunting" in the woods. You knew this. What you didn't know is the last time, along with sleeping with the squirrels and almost with the killed by tree falling, we didn't load our rifle the first morning.
We didn't load our rifle because we were afraid we'd shoot our dad in the face by accident. He seemed pleased when we told him later we kept it unloaded because we didn't want to kill him. You needed to know none of this, we know. We're just saying, Dick. We're just saying. Dick. Speaking of... (HAH!)
Check the whole biggest asshole ever comment. We forgot about him for a minute.
Sure you are.
Nothing's been wow to us, either. Well. Nothing about you, Brit, has been wow to us, either. At least since 2001. We'd say we're losing it and going soft because we kind of feel sorry for Ms. Thang over there. But you can't say this.
If you do, we'll tell you to (deleted due to inappropriate content) our mother(deleted due to inappropriate content) (deleted due to inappropriate content) you (deleted due to inappropriate content) of a (deleted due to inappropriate content).
Bring it back, beeyatches. Bring it back.
Friday, February 17, 2006
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