Wednesday, July 27, 2005


  • An outside work, work cookout I was supposed to attend Saturday was postponed in favor of a more available weekend. Which led to this exchange:

    me: I hope, in my grief, I don't drive off a bridge on the way home. Somebody hide the scissors.
    she: It's all right. Since the cookout was postponed, it'll be at Julie's house instead of Bill's. Julie said we could have the bonfire and she has the big backyard and the bar.
    me: She has a bar? She doesn't strike me as the type.
    she: Not a bar, a barn.
    me: A barn? What do I care about a barn? Wait. Is the barn filled with booze?

  • Also at work today I was told this, "I have to forward you something. It will make you feel kinda not bad." It worked! I still feel kinda not bad - kinda.


Blogger NewYorkMoments said...

I love those barn parties! There's room for lots & lots of kegs.

3:47 PM

Blogger roger said...

Trying to sell me on the barn was an interesting angle. "I know how you love a good hay loft Roger!"

6:18 AM

Blogger Joe said...

I'm not quite awake, yet, so you'll have to insert your own beastiality joke here....

8:36 AM

Blogger roger said...

Well apparently your mind woke up in the gutter! I purposefully left out any reference to barnyard animals because 1. the barn owner doesn't have any and 2. I know how you people think.

But no matter what I do, somebody can always work in the beastiality angle. Drats. Or did I mean rats?

12:24 PM


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