Road Trip!
Posted by Sunday on Jun 11, 2010 at 10:13 pm
Sorry, but I forgot to take photos of the Carl’s Jr chicken sandwich and the Sausage McGriddle I ate while Mike, Tank and I rocketed up I-5 in an underpowered economy car for days. Wait, I’m not sorry.
The dog was basically stoned the whole way, I have no idea why. We didn’t drug her. That’s 100% all-natural weird dog.
Also: I kind of love motels, even with my fear of bed bugs. I guess because I’ve also rationalized eating fast food and watching stupid television shows on the room’s TV. And I’ve just spent the day speculating as to the genetic deficits of other drivers, so I’m kind of ready to hibernate and allow the bell curve to take over. Did you know there is a reality show about mall cops? It’s like bed bugs for the mind.
June 11th, 2010 | Totally Unrelated
I always thought that “bed bugs” was a general term used for any bug-in-the-bed until I woke up one morning wondering why I had a rash around my waist line. Then later in the day I squashed a stranged looking bug that popped blood. It was a very gross-out kind of realization.
I imagine sex with a prostitute must be a lot like sleeping in a hotel bed: impersonal and depressing, with a distinct possibility of contracting crabs.
The dog is deleeeeshus. Nom.
Aw, poor Tank! She looks out of it.