I got the most wonderful email from BellyRub today. He's amazing. Very silly and amazing together. I shall give you an example.
I got stung by a yellow jacket at work. I told them that it was an agent of [his secret company] and that I was going to sue for sexual harassment. They did not laugh.
BellyRub is the guy who walks into his bosses offic, places his feet on the desk, farts loudly, and walks out laughing like crazy. His boss is laughing, too. How absurd is it that people like that are afraid of BellyRub filing a sexual harassment suit against a yellow jacket?
I'd say it's damned absurd. Most yellow jackets can't even have sex.
Then there's this one. I laughed out loud.
Charley's shoulder is ok as long as we give him the aspirin. He likes to play with anything that I put in a sock, especially meats.
Especially meats.
I have so many questions about this. The primary two are these: raw meat or cooked meat? Clean socks or dirty socks?
I can't stop laughing about his last sentence. It sounds like something from an essay titled, "My Pet."
Especially meats.
Posted by dotty at September 23, 2004 01:37 PMI usually use a cooked sausage, if it is breakfast sausage I will use a bunch of them. Usually I will wear a sock for a week; then when it is all crispy, I will slip the porky goodness into it and he goes crazy. Sounds a little perverted.
Posted by: BellyRub at September 23, 2004 04:12 PM