The Myth of the Smelly Cabdriver. I got so high I scratched and I bled.
I got so high last night with the Brazillian Muse, I thought I shat myself. I didn't. Turned out, the noxious smell was from the cab driver.
Alexis read last night at the WYSIWYG event. Story and Slideshow presentation about her crazy Puerto Rican family.
Then the B. Muse and I headed over to the Knitting Factory to check out the SONS OF SOUND but sadly we missed them and stayed to watch SNOWDEN instead. At first sight, I thought that I was in love with the lead singer but then after a 20 minute set of droaning and moaning, I lost interest.
I am still at little out of it.
More later.
posted by yummicoco @ 11/17/2004 10:40:00 AM
9 Comments:
don't forget the falafel and baklava.
OMG we ate at Bekret and I didn't pay for my falafel.
hey, send me an email (alizinha AT yahoo DOT com) because i have a question for you and don't have your email address.
Your smelly cab driver story reminds me of the Seinfeld smelly valet episode....'twas BO....THE BEAST....SAUCE ME! Just have your roommate pour a jar of RAGU on your head.
Pardon my ignorance but WTF is WYSWYG? Sounds familiar, but I cant remember (attributed to all the herb I've smoked in my life).
BTW, I feel your pain regarding your "altered state" last nite. I remember up at BC, I got so altered one nite I called my dad freaking out b/c I thought I was having a heart attack...paranoia's a biotch
Coco,
Don't have your e-mail, so I'll just post it as a comment. It's pretty funny.
Alright, so this is a really, REALLY touching poem that Britney wrote about
her honeymoon.... I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Does she have a gift
for words or what?
"A honeymoon at last, to get away from it all
My assistant Fe gave me the call.
"I remember it well, as she was smilin'
She said it was called Turtle Island.
"I packed my bags light and quick,
Then grabbed my pink dress & favorite lipstick.
"We hopped on a plane and took our flight
I slept really well, all through the night.
"As we arrive, I turn and look out the door,
People are greeting us right at the shore.
"A meal, a shower and some ice cream
Then I threw my man down, you know what I mean!
"Magical nights filled with stars
Silence is golden, no running cars.
"Private dinners, romantic fires
Little piece of heaven, whatever your heart desires.
"Friendly 'hellos' and never 'goodbyes'
When you're having fun, oh, how time flies!
"As we sit and prepare to make our part
I thank you, Turtle Island, with all my heart!"
I hope this literary masterpiece moved you asm it did me. Does this girl NOT have a pr
person to stop her from making herself look DUMBER than she already is? Sylvia
Plath must be spinning in her grave.
Send me your e-mail address.
Dave
Ha, nice one.
Sometimes when I get really stoned I get afraid that I might piss my pants.
So I'll end up going to the bathroom like 3 or 4 times and I can't even produce a drop.
I don't think I ever thought I shat myself. That's just gross.
The other day I was in the kitchen talking to my sister. Suddenly, we both looked at each other and asked," What the hell is that stank smell coming from?"
We searched around the room for the smelly culprit. I was sober and scared. For some strange reason, I thought I shat in my pants. Turns out, it was my jacket that smelled due to all the dogs I was playing with in the afternoon.
Hey I was on vacay since thursday!!! You guys are awesome.
Pat, WYSIWYG is a monthly event where writers/bloggers get together and present material. Lex read last week.
Dave, I friendster'ed you my e-mail baby. I love Sylia Plath but Britney is fucking brilliant. Only 23 years old and she owns her very own boy toy. I am jealous.
Av, its ok if you shit yourself. I will still blog with you.
hahahahaha! cool blog! take a look at mine ! xxx
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