Saturday, August 8, 2009

Dumb and Dumber



Is it a bad thing that this makes sense?

My guess is that beer was involved.

Scuze me, Sir, have you seen our room?

True stories:

1995-ish - Sue and I had spent the entire day in a bar In New Orleans - the bartender was developing a new drink called a Georgia Pirate. He passed his developmental stages down the bar to us to drink and critique. He wanted to get it right, so there were LOTS of developmental drinks to be had. Free booze - WOO WOO!

Somehow, we got back to our hotel but spent the next half hour looking for our room. We knew it was there somewhere. But we couldn't find it after circling the entire floor about a dozen times. Finally, inibriated and embarassed, we asked a bellman walking down the hall where room 406 was ... he looked at us like we were idiots, paused, and pointed right behind us. We'd walked past it a dozen times in the last half hour. Oh, THERE it is.

The "Indian name" our friends had given me years before is "Loses Keys at Check-In". I must admit it is an appropriate name for me ... I was NOT allowed to have a hotel room key because, well, I ALWAYS lost it within about 5 minutes of checking in. But I'd never lost the entire damned room before! ... actually, that's not true. My favorite room was at a hotel in Nashville, room #1234 - that I COULD remember and find, regardless of my condition.

One of our friends was worse than that though. So much so that when we were on a trip and he got his room and knew his room number, we'd go have a button made for him to wear for the weekend that said, "If found, please return to room (whatever his room number was)". It WORKED several times and he was escorted to the right room in the middle of the night.

Don't know this guy. Wish I did.


Don't know this guy. Wish I did.


Metamorphosis of GI Joe


GI Joe - 1960 - anatomy is lacking


GI Joe - 2009 - anatomy no longer lacking

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Why I gave up alcohol


Chasing tires after the bars close was fun except for the time where the tires were attached to a police cruiser. They hauled me off to the slammer. But I howled blues tunes all night until the bitch bailed me out in the morning ... three days later.

Three Beers More Often


How he WISHES he got his nickname.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Exorcist scene relived

I always thought that the scene in the Exorcist in which Regan is undergoing an MRI was one of the most frightening scenes in the film. I assumed the MRI's jackhammer-like sound was a Hollywood effect. It wasn't. I just had an MRI and it was SO loud, it was actually frightening. And that's with headphones on!

If our pug's head spins around in circles tonight, I'm outta there!

Perfect example ...


... of my thinking process

Sunday, August 2, 2009

My brother in another life


I bet he got his shoes on Bourbon Street.

This is FUNNY!


Ha ha ha ... uh ... ha ... uh ... I'm gonna have nightmares about this all night long - evil clown selling massive quantities of pot.