Ok so first off I want to put the link down I told you guys to check out on my last post http://mesothelioma.com/blog. A couple crazy things have happened in the last week but those who know me won't be shocked because strange things happen to me all the time I think sometimes people hangout with me just to see what will happen and I can't blame them weirdness follows me. So I know I ramble and sometimes even I can't follow my posts because I've gone off in left field. So to keep some order I will share 3 things and that's it today.
First thing I want to bring up is something that happened the other day at Sam's Club. My friend Andrew and I went there to eat. I know that is pretty cheap of us but when your poor $1.50 hot dog Coke combo is the greatest thing known to man. So after we ate we were looking around and we saw a huge umbrella and under the umbrella was a patio set. We were joking about how cool it would be to buy one and set it outside my apartment because it would take up the whole yard space. All the sudden this cougar appeared if you don't know what cougar is the urban dictionary defines it as A strong, sexy woman approximately 40-55 years old who prefers younger men. I agree with this definition except for one thing sexy because everyone has a different view of sexy so there's no way to measure that. Anyway this cougar (who had so much work done she looked like Joan Rivers), came over and started talking about how much she loves the umbrella and how she was thinking about buying one. As she began talking 2 things became clear one she didn't care at all for the umbrella and two she was after Andrew I could have been chopped liver. This is ok with me and also I can see why. Andrew always dresses nice he looks like he's a member of a country club. I on the other hand dress as if I just woke up and am wearing what I slept in. It's because basically I wear t-shirts, jeans and Sanuks most of the time. That my be why cougars hit on Andrew and I tend to get the more weird,crazy,or drunk woman hitting on me. Anyway this woman is really just going on about this umbrella to Andrew. I mean nobody gets that enthused by an umbrella. Then she started she pulled out the big moves as she talked she began to rub the pole of the umbrella with her hands in a suggestive way. Then she said look how easy it is to fold down and she began to crank the umbrella folding it down. She did this bending down making sure you could see down her shirt. I almost lost it there that's not right I mean that woman was old enough to be Andrew or mine mom gross. Then she pretended like she couldn't crank it back up and had Andrew help her crank it I think so she could get help from here strong man. After that Andrew was like I don't think I'll buy this today and we walked off it was insane I still can't believe it happened.
Second thing is yesterday I walked outside and there was a cake on my doorstep it said congrats Kelly. Ok first thing is who's Kelly? Neither my roommate or neighbors or myself is named Kelly. I feel bad for Kelly they never got their cake now they may never know how much they are truly appreciated sad times for Kelly. Next thing I want to know is who the crap puts a cake on someones door and just leaves it? There is no scenario that this would be a good idea. It was in the 70's yesterday the cake melted by the time I saw it which was at 3pm so who knows how long it was there. All I know is Kelly you might need new friends because the ones you have aren't very bright. That's pretty much the whole story found a cake on my porch.
Last I just have to share my excitement of Saved by the Bell being on Netflix! I mean this was my favorite show as a child. Now I can relive all the great moments such as Screech trying to put moves on Lisa, Zach and his big cell phone, and let's not forget the awesome music from the band Zac Attack. Anyway no one else may care but when I saw it on Netflix all I could say is I'm so excited I'm so excited I'm so ...... scared.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
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