PhlegmFest is in full-swing.
As per the usual, we have met at the Bugscuffle Café for breakfast. The things one hears during lulls in the conversation are … odd:
Ambulance Driver (of course): “And then we rolled him over and pulled the sheet out of his [deleted].”
Random female voice: “Yes, but prostitution has been preserving marriage for, like, forever.”
“I’m sorry, but I seem to have put my finger all over your wriggly bacon.”
And in the background you have Phlegmmy, Jenn, and Christina doing opera renditions of “It’s Hard To Be A Pimp”, “They See Me “Rollin'”, and other — non-opera — songs.
Sometimes I wonder why we usually get a dining room to ourselves, and then I realize that it’s out of sheer self-preservation on the part of the café management.
😀
LawDog
"Random noises that makes ones ears perk up" for a 1000, Alex.
"My first thought when I heard that was, "I am so going to quote that out of context,” but on reflection it doesn't make a whole lot of sense in context, either." –Ben 'Yahtzee' Croshaw, who was talking about something else entirely, but the sentiment seems to fit here as well.
Sounds like a dinner I would enjoy.
Clarin and I enjoyed the festival weekend with you a few years ago. Have a great time and be sure to share the stories (as appropriate)
Yay, free ice cream again!
I hope you do put your stuff on Kindle, and make a ton of cash off it.
Heh… The same was going at our table… But ours weren't fit for 'public' consumption…
But alas, no crawfish bukake this time.
Sounds about right!
I'd love to sit in for one of those breakfasts. I'm in LA (Lower Arkansas) so it could happen! And thanks for blogging again Dog!
I would like to set in some time at one of the breakfasts
Sounds like sanity preservation on the part of management . . .
–Webfoot Logger