So last night, I stayed at my boy Dave's house, except Dave's house, instead of being the charming 3/2 in a charming neighborhood, was an extremely old, huge house with a strange layout.
Apparently, all of my friends in California found out I was going to be there (in... Hammond), so they came by. One friend, Dustin, who is approximately 12 feet tall (no, really) and married, decided to climb on top of me and curl up in my lap and take a nap like a dog. (Terri should find that pretty funny.)
After finally getting Dustin the lap dog off of me, we all went to a Burger King that was really small on the outside, but really big inside, yes, like a TARDIS, only it turned out to not be a Burger King at all, but a retirement home for Stephen King characters. Of course, that could be funny.
Maybe I shouldn't have eaten baklava so late.
3 months ago
5 comments:
was the clown from IT there? i would have crapped myself...
no whopper for me, please...i'd like a ticket to 'get the hell out of here, thanks'...
heh
Ah, the ever-so-common Cali to Hammond commute.
I'm glad somebody else dreams like me.
Don't go 'round blaming innocent baklava for your foolishness. (I mean, you only had HALF A PIECE!)
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