the only thing worse
than bad memories
is no memories at all..
[dismemberment plan]
2.25.2004
Hi Luc.
My buddy Luc visited me and T. this weekend. He needed a break from dark, cold, and lonely Long Island.
We went to this noodle house on 49th Street for dinner.
When we went in, the Chinese waiter gave him a terribly hateful look. It turns out that the last time Luc was there, when he was getting ready to leave and put his arm in his jacket, he punched the waiter in the head.
I wonder if they pooped in our noodles or put some extra dog meat in it.
Look, we're a totem pole!
--NIPPLE PINCH--
We are SO sauced.
KEVlNCORRlGAN: and the last picture of you with the jacket you look like maggie in the star winter jacket that she has
Funny story about the jacket --
It is literally the size of a sleeping bag on me, but Luc, who is 6'5" and 260 pounds, it's fits pretty comfortably.
When I went up to SUNY to visit him a few days ago, I woke up in the morning, and when he went to brush his teeth, I put on the jacket and hood, curled up on the couch, and went to sleep.
Luc came out and for a very long time, he couldn't find me.
Also, after we got sauced up this weekend, I woke up in the morning, looked at my pile of laundry, and realized that I'd somehow managed to take off my pants without unbuttoning or unzipping or even unbuckling my belt. How in the world did I do that?
It reminds me of when Grampa Simpsons rips off his underpants to read his name written in on the back.
: Grampa, how'd you take off your underwear without taking off your pants??
: (in pain) I... don't... know.
[Peek-a-Foo]
: Grampa, how'd you take off your underwear without taking off your pants??
: (in pain) I... don't... know.