7/25/05
On Sunday I cleaned the bathroom and now it gleams like God's eyetooth. Unfortunately I was using some strong stuff and now I have small irritating rashes under my eyes. raddidge says it comes from rubbing my sweaty fat face against a towel.
On Sunday I cleaned the bathroom and now it gleams like God's eyetooth. Unfortunately I was using some strong stuff and now I have small irritating rashes under my eyes. raddidge says it comes from rubbing my sweaty fat face against a towel.
We thought we were going to bingo with the Birds but they ended up being sold out. Sold out! On a Sunday night, no less! Instead we went to Bambinos, talked and I drove everyone home because Jaybird got schnockered on wine.
Now raddidge and I are completing a discussion about beliefs, nature vs. nurture and assimilation. It's all good.
By the way, raddidge says that my bathroom smells like a hotel.
In Yer Dreams
raddidge and I were at a huge hardware store. Like Home Depot but a lot more like a suburban mall than a warehouse. Nature called and I made tracks towards the nearest john. Like most men's rooms, this one had fifty urinals and only one stall. This stall was occupied by some guy who decided it's better to piss in privacy than be a man and keep a urinal between him and the other guy.
Urgency was at the forefront of my mind since I was so very close to poking daylight. Anxious and impatient, I started tilting my head to see through the partition crack and see if he was done. The guy was washing his hands in his own piss! When he came out, he went to the cash register in the bathroom and I loudly announced to avoid touching his hands or anything he was holding because it was covered in piss.
When I finally made it into the stall, someone reached one of their big mitts through a window. Seconds later, I grabbed the wrist and started beating it against the frame and sill. The hand made a hasty retreat and I went outside to catch the moron. Riding across the parking lot were two latino guys on old 1970's bikes with banana seats (RADDIDGE IS NOW ASKING DOES IT REALLY MATTER IF THEY ARE LATINO OR NOT AND I HAVE TO MENTION THE PISS WASHING HANDS GUY WAS WELSH). The kids started yelling at me, saying I was out of line but pedalled off into the night.
Back in the store, I caught up with raddidge who told me that she had just adopted thirteen kids and they all needed to be named. I had no clue, my only thought was to give them names that started with the same letter. Being a wise ass, I suggested using the names used by Cletus the Slack Jawed Yokel in The Twisted World of Marge Simpson but I couldn't remember if there were enough names or if there were too many names since it's important that the list of names ends with Q-Bert. The rest of the dream had me pondering this point.
Urgency was at the forefront of my mind since I was so very close to poking daylight. Anxious and impatient, I started tilting my head to see through the partition crack and see if he was done. The guy was washing his hands in his own piss! When he came out, he went to the cash register in the bathroom and I loudly announced to avoid touching his hands or anything he was holding because it was covered in piss.
When I finally made it into the stall, someone reached one of their big mitts through a window. Seconds later, I grabbed the wrist and started beating it against the frame and sill. The hand made a hasty retreat and I went outside to catch the moron. Riding across the parking lot were two latino guys on old 1970's bikes with banana seats (RADDIDGE IS NOW ASKING DOES IT REALLY MATTER IF THEY ARE LATINO OR NOT AND I HAVE TO MENTION THE PISS WASHING HANDS GUY WAS WELSH). The kids started yelling at me, saying I was out of line but pedalled off into the night.
Back in the store, I caught up with raddidge who told me that she had just adopted thirteen kids and they all needed to be named. I had no clue, my only thought was to give them names that started with the same letter. Being a wise ass, I suggested using the names used by Cletus the Slack Jawed Yokel in The Twisted World of Marge Simpson but I couldn't remember if there were enough names or if there were too many names since it's important that the list of names ends with Q-Bert. The rest of the dream had me pondering this point.
