This has pretty much been a kick ass birthday. (Would have been more kick ass, but due to circumstances and stuff, it is minus a few people BUT! I can't complain as that will be remedied soon.)
Now, I didn't get a bunch of stuff or get super wasted and puke on someone's lawn. In fact, it's almost like I didn't have one because it's been quiet.
Not that I'm complaining.
But today, the aftermath of my twenty-eighthedness...the height of fucking hilarity. Oh it ensues, it ensues.
I was asked what I wanted to eat today, even though legally it's the day AFTER the beeg day, we are havin the celebratory din-din, so we had the BBQ chicken and the main thing, a freakin cake. Haven't had a cake with my name on it in WAY too long.
We feast.
We crack open a bottle of Yellow Tail.
Then comes the cake.
Now, let me clear something up before we go on into this story. My dad, though he makes funny sounds cos he's old, is a man with manners. His new woman, a sweet lady who also has manners. They are also incredibly down to earth and have a sense of humour.
Anyway...
Time comes for me to cut le cake. Oh how it cuts.
We dig out a nice sharp knife, and I measure the first piece and lo...what is that I hear? The release of gasses from someone's backdoor region. And it wasn't my father. Okay, we can handle this. Keep cutting. The sound doesn't stop. It's like there's a frog in the middle of my birthday cake.
At this point we are all cracking up. I poke the cake with the knife and cut a little more, and as if ON CUE, the rectal creak lets forth it's cry.
The three of us are nearly crying with laughter at this point and funnily enough, as we crack about frogs and stuff like that as I cut another piece, someone on TV rips one and we all grab our full-of-chikky-goodness tums and laugh and laugh and exclaim the strain on our bellies.
I think that's the hardest those two have laughed in a long time, and even though I didn't bring on that bout of butt, it was probably one of the most awesome things I've seen. I haven't seen my dad laugh that hard, like, EVER. The timing of it all was more than impeccable.
Thank you, everyone for the birthday wishes, in english, russian, Klingon and portugese.
Kick ass, seabass. | posted by Whatsername again....? @ 5/21/2006 01:52:00 am |
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Now, I didn't get a bunch of stuff or get super wasted and puke on someone's lawn. In fact, it's almost like I didn't have one because it's been quiet.
Not that I'm complaining.
But today, the aftermath of my twenty-eighthedness...the height of fucking hilarity. Oh it ensues, it ensues.
I was asked what I wanted to eat today, even though legally it's the day AFTER the beeg day, we are havin the celebratory din-din, so we had the BBQ chicken and the main thing, a freakin cake. Haven't had a cake with my name on it in WAY too long.
We feast.
We crack open a bottle of Yellow Tail.
Then comes the cake.
Now, let me clear something up before we go on into this story. My dad, though he makes funny sounds cos he's old, is a man with manners. His new woman, a sweet lady who also has manners. They are also incredibly down to earth and have a sense of humour.
Anyway...
Time comes for me to cut le cake. Oh how it cuts.
We dig out a nice sharp knife, and I measure the first piece and lo...what is that I hear? The release of gasses from someone's backdoor region. And it wasn't my father. Okay, we can handle this. Keep cutting. The sound doesn't stop. It's like there's a frog in the middle of my birthday cake.
At this point we are all cracking up. I poke the cake with the knife and cut a little more, and as if ON CUE, the rectal creak lets forth it's cry.
The three of us are nearly crying with laughter at this point and funnily enough, as we crack about frogs and stuff like that as I cut another piece, someone on TV rips one and we all grab our full-of-chikky-goodness tums and laugh and laugh and exclaim the strain on our bellies.
I think that's the hardest those two have laughed in a long time, and even though I didn't bring on that bout of butt, it was probably one of the most awesome things I've seen. I haven't seen my dad laugh that hard, like, EVER. The timing of it all was more than impeccable.
Thank you, everyone for the birthday wishes, in english, russian, Klingon and portugese.
Kick ass, seabass. | posted by Whatsername again....? @ 5/21/2006 01:52:00 am |
