Papal Goodness
[ No Comments ] Posted on 01.27.04 in awesomeness
Ian IMed this to me.
The 1985 Toyota Minivan that Could
[ 1 Comment ] Posted on 01.18.04 in awesomeness, random
Today I woke up at eleven, moped around the house for a while, and then saw the strangest thing I have ever laid eyes upon:
I live on a semi-busy road in the heart of Clearwater, cars pass all day. Suddenly a truck (rented – I could make out the Home Depot decals on the side) pulling a trailer with a beige 1985 Toyota Minivan stops in the middle of the road and out pops a woman in her 40s(?) from the passenger seat. Like any sensible person, I assumed they were having car trouble. Oh how wrong I was.
Suddenly this lady pulls down her pants and commences urination – in broad daylight and in plain view of my virgin eyes. After she’s done and the puddle of humanly fluid was quite sizable, she zipped up, got back into the truck, and continued on her way.
Thus ended the oddest sight in the history of my meaningless existence.
My Father and Me: True Rockers
[ No Comments ] Posted on 12.29.03 in awesomeness, family, music
Today I’m riding with my family in the car on the way to the Adam’s Mark Hotel for the all you can eat prime rib buffet and someone pops in the REO Speedwagon Greatest Hits CD. My father, who is known for being aggressively anti anything that could reflect any effeminateness on his part, sits in the front seat.
So, naturally I comment to him that this isn’t the sort of thing we should listen to, and he quickly responds with, “Yeah, but I like that one song – you know – with the drums.”
“DADADADADADADADADAM!”
“What song is that, Dad?”
“I dunno – that one, you know – with the drums! DADADADADADADADADAM!”
After pressing “next track” on the CD player a few times, and with every song that begins inciting a defiant “Fag song” from my father, we finally get to it.
DADADADADADADADADAM!
And with that, my benevolent progenitor proceeded to serenade me with a fury of air guitar solos while at the same time attempting to play the fictitious drums that lie in his lap in our ’94 Maxima. All the while, succeeding in making a high-pitched yelp all to the tune of Roll with the Changes. It was the closest bonding moment we have ever had.
Yes, even while listening to “Fag music.”
REO Speedwagon Rocks.