August 25, 2004

blaming tony randall

"I've got a love-uh-lee bunch of coconuts...big ones, small ones, some as big as your head..."

It's all Tony Randall's fault. I just watched him on The Muppet Show and one of the skits was of a county fair and a booth that lets you pick up a coconut and toss it at a bunch of milk bottles. Of course, the coconut song came up.

I was so pleased. It always makes me think of BellyRub. In our youth (two years ago) we were watching Cops. (Altered state of consciousness, what can I say?) There was a bear in a palm tree. The cops had to get it down. BellyRub looked at me and sang, in Yogi Bear's voice, "I've got a love-uh-lee bunch of coke-co-nuts!"

We both died laughing. We still have many things to laugh about including, "I don't swim." Inside jokes are still funny after they get out.

...

After I wrote that I went to walk around so that I could think about what other stuff BellyRub and I laugh about. I came up with, "The Venerable Bede," and then the phone rang.

First it was BellyRub where we laughed about something I don't remember.

Then it was Dr.Dad. He called to ask me about the movie American Beauty and how it ended and who died and la dee da.

He asked me why the neighbor shot Kevin Spacey's character.

I said the words job and blow to my father. Not necessarily in that order.

What the hell is wrong with Dotty Parker? She tells her father about the relationship between oral sex and tongue piercing on the weekend, and then on a weekday she just says, 'blow job." To her father. Just like that.

This is going to be funny in a week or two. Right now I'm simply shocked by my own dottiness, and that is meant to be a lowercase d.

My poor father. I am currently searching for something that would have been different to say without resorting to medical terminology.

This day has been, for many reasons, all too weird.

I'm going to take a bath.

Posted by dotty at August 25, 2004 09:15 PM
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Have you seen the Ghost of John?
Long white bones with the skin all goo-ooo-ooonne
OOOOHOOHHHHHHHH, OOOHHHHHOOOOOHHHHOOOOOOOHHHHHHH

I got a dooooooooooog
his name is blue
Da da da da
da da da da

Come on blue, you good dog you
Come on Blue, you good dog you

When old Blue died,
He died so hard
He shook the ground in my back yard

Come on Blue, you good dog you
Come on Blue, you good dog you

Dotty, we shold come up with a glossary of terms for our slang.

Posted by: BellyRub at August 26, 2004 12:24 PM
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