Lunatic Goofballs
01-11-2004, 10:22
I behaved very oddly tonight. :) I just awoke from a nice alcohol-recovery nap and felt I should tell you about some of it.
First of all, My Evil Stealth Clown costume was a screaming success. :D I spent a considerable amount of time making little kids scream. They enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. I gave out full-sized candy bars to the good sports.
Then, I went to a friend's house to hang out with good company. This is where the alcohol came from. Relatively early in the night, however, an old conversation about my wrestling days got brought up again and I ended up in a wrestling match in the living room of this guy's house. Which I lost. Why? Because the buddy I was wrestling took a firm grip on my 'boys' and squeezed them like a stress ball. :( Despite several attempts to dislodge his grip, I suddenly realized why people shouldn't mess with rock-climbers. After admitting defeat, and saving myself further damage, I proceeded to drown the pain in more alcohol with some success. Vengeance will be mine one day. Of that, you can be certain. ;)
Well, being in no condition to drive, I was on my way home in a friend's truck. As we were traveling across a bridge, a truck coming the other way passed. As it did, something flew toward us and smashed into the windshield with a sudden frightening bang! It takes us a second to figure out what happened. I figure it out first. I look at the yellowish sheet of goo covering the left quarter of the windshield and say, 'Eggs. Those Motherfu*kers!' Adrenalin is still going now. As it is with my friend. He barely slows down. He twists the wheel, and we go into a high-speed skid, spinning around like something a stunt driver will do. I manage to keep my lunch down as the truck spins 180 degrees and peels out as he guns it and we take off after the now distant truck. I laugh because it occurred to me that the guy behind the wheel that just did this was the []sober[/i] one! I express our plan of action. 'We'll have to make those goblins pay.' My friend just nods and grins. Unfortunately, on the other side of the bridge where we just came from, it opens up into a full-fledged highway and people don't often drive like it. So when the culprits managed to get in front of a few slowpokes and we couldn't, they managed to lose us. We never even got a license number.
But mark my words: My wife is a cop. If those punks are arrested for any sort of mischief tonight, I will find out who they are and where they live. We are not the sort of people that halloween goblins should be egging from moving vehicles. Vengeance will be ours. And it will be phenomenally more creative than a high-speed egging. http://www.click-smilies.de/sammlung0304/teufel/devil-smiley-024.gif
First of all, My Evil Stealth Clown costume was a screaming success. :D I spent a considerable amount of time making little kids scream. They enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. I gave out full-sized candy bars to the good sports.
Then, I went to a friend's house to hang out with good company. This is where the alcohol came from. Relatively early in the night, however, an old conversation about my wrestling days got brought up again and I ended up in a wrestling match in the living room of this guy's house. Which I lost. Why? Because the buddy I was wrestling took a firm grip on my 'boys' and squeezed them like a stress ball. :( Despite several attempts to dislodge his grip, I suddenly realized why people shouldn't mess with rock-climbers. After admitting defeat, and saving myself further damage, I proceeded to drown the pain in more alcohol with some success. Vengeance will be mine one day. Of that, you can be certain. ;)
Well, being in no condition to drive, I was on my way home in a friend's truck. As we were traveling across a bridge, a truck coming the other way passed. As it did, something flew toward us and smashed into the windshield with a sudden frightening bang! It takes us a second to figure out what happened. I figure it out first. I look at the yellowish sheet of goo covering the left quarter of the windshield and say, 'Eggs. Those Motherfu*kers!' Adrenalin is still going now. As it is with my friend. He barely slows down. He twists the wheel, and we go into a high-speed skid, spinning around like something a stunt driver will do. I manage to keep my lunch down as the truck spins 180 degrees and peels out as he guns it and we take off after the now distant truck. I laugh because it occurred to me that the guy behind the wheel that just did this was the []sober[/i] one! I express our plan of action. 'We'll have to make those goblins pay.' My friend just nods and grins. Unfortunately, on the other side of the bridge where we just came from, it opens up into a full-fledged highway and people don't often drive like it. So when the culprits managed to get in front of a few slowpokes and we couldn't, they managed to lose us. We never even got a license number.
But mark my words: My wife is a cop. If those punks are arrested for any sort of mischief tonight, I will find out who they are and where they live. We are not the sort of people that halloween goblins should be egging from moving vehicles. Vengeance will be ours. And it will be phenomenally more creative than a high-speed egging. http://www.click-smilies.de/sammlung0304/teufel/devil-smiley-024.gif