Wednesday, June 06, 2007
We were going to write about the redhead next door who we never, ever, talked to
We think the news should definitely go between live and prep shots. Why? Because of sh*t like this.
And no, the redhead isn't next door now. But in the ol' dream last night (what is this, a dream journal, now?) we were living in the big mansion back in Langhorne and there was Rene Eleuteri, complete with conversation -- which is just weird.
See, Rene Eleuteri, pretty and athletic and a bit sarcastic and fun, scared us when we were a kid and we maybe said nothing to her from 1986 to the present. Of course we didn't. Why would we when we were Young Shy Pudgeball back in the day?
So in this dream, she asked us if we were wearing a pin.
"Huh?" we asked.
"Are you married?" she said.
And then we woke up.
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OLD SCHOOL OLD MAN SNAP!
From the December 2005 archives:
... You made eye contact with our lady friends, and you stumbled to the table all kinds of helladrunk. You then practiced drunken stand-up for a good 10 minutes.
You pontificated about your brother and how he bought shots and ran up a bill and deserted you and then you forgot the punchline and then you brought it back at the wrong time and stopped mid-flow to introduce yourself to us. Again.
"I'm (Old Man Snap)," we said. "We've met several times before."
No matter to you, drunk guy. You rekindled your love affair with your awful drivel and then retold the story from the other night about the shots and the bill and the brother leaving you high and dry without paying. Again.
You also blocked the big screen Giants-Eagles game with your big head. You are so *not* as cool as neighbor porn girl...
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