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Wednesday, 26 January
You Say It's Their Birthday

In a week and a half, the wife and I will be throwing a modest gala for her parents to celebrate a couple events: her father's 60th birthday AND their 40th wedding anniversary. Wow! Either way, that's a lot of years. Sometimes I have nightmares thinking about the cubic volume of cheese they must have consumed in that time, and I wake up sweaty--"Oh God . . . so much cheese . . . lodged in their bowels . . . "--but mostly I'm happy for them. They really are lovely people, and I do look forward to making with the happy.

And they really deserve it. It was kind of a shitty year for them; they lost both their longtime cat Peanuts (known in his later years for staring mournfully at, oh, the refrigerator, or walls, or middle distance; also, for getting trapped in the shower stall) as well as their longtime dog Travis (known for, in livelier days, chasing Peanuts through the house as the family howled in lusty enjoyment and laid down twenties betting on winners).

So we're treating the good old bastards to a sprightly night out at an Irish bar up on 15th. Many friends and family will be in attendance, and later in the evening, we've got some entertainment in store, in the form of a bagpipe player, who we assume will drive everyone away early so we can get some fucking rest. In the interim, people can chat and drink whiskey, except for the wife's parents, who barely drink at all, which allows me to order double whiskeys on their behalf, and then drink them.

And the gifts! I can't wait to unveil mine, which is a sassy, pop-culture-savvy farting robot named Vera. I can just see their faces. "What the devil is this?" they'll ask. "It's Vera!" I'll exclaim. "Do your stuff, girl!"

She springs into action! "What are you talking about, Willis? Eat my shorts! Kiss my grits! Ayyyyyyyy!" And then mechanized flatulence. BRAAAAP! I'm pretty sure that they've never seen anything like it, much like the wife and I had never seen anything quite like the Christmas carousel they gave us last year, the one that when wound up plays Fear's "Beef Baloney" while gnomes frantically sodomize a few terrified reindeer.

It's going to be a special night. I hope the bagpiper knows "Beef Baloney." It would mean a lot to them.

XOXOX | Skot | 26 Jan, 2005 |

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Comments


You're a sick, sick, sick, sick, sick man.

......and another thing.


Do you know where I can lay my hands on a Vera for my mother in law's birthday next month?

Comment number: 005441   Posted by: Lung the Younger on January 26, 2005 08:57 AM from IP: 80.58.34.44

If the bagpipers just play the lyrics, they should do fine. I mean, it's all the same note.

Comment number: 005442   Posted by: dayment on January 26, 2005 12:03 PM from IP: 64.105.86.146

As it turns out, the goggles do nothing protection-wise for your mind-invading concepts, either.

Cubic volume of cheese? Thanks a lot for THAT image. So much for any sleep tonight...

The goggles do nothing. I may have to stop reading this site.

Comment number: 005443   Posted by: jado on January 26, 2005 07:12 PM from IP: 209.204.69.167

You got me all jittery with that show of soft-hearted humanity, but then you rounded off nicely with the Beef Baloney. Thank God. And baloney, whatever that is. (Apart from "what a load of old...")

Comment number: 005444   Posted by: hazelblackberry on January 26, 2005 11:01 PM from IP: 203.20.253.5

I want a "Beef bologna" carousel!!!


"...She just wants a double dose of my..."

Comment number: 005445   Posted by: urbpan on January 27, 2005 07:36 AM from IP: 65.104.157.243

psst... that place is closed for remodeling and will reopen in "two weeks," so make a backup plan.

I am always amused by the fact that every time we're there, a priest walks in or out.

Comment number: 005446   Posted by: mike on January 27, 2005 07:42 PM from IP: 216.173.212.237

All I can think about after reading that post is a Willys Jeep. Not sure if it's as edible as a bologna sandwich, but I'm sure it's less Italian.

Comment number: 005447   Posted by: fissell on January 27, 2005 10:13 PM from IP: 24.107.19.153

*cries*

*farts pop culture*

Comment number: 005448   Posted by: V. on January 28, 2005 11:39 AM from IP: 138.88.118.70

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