After 25 days of the bubonic plague and leprosy, I ventured out this afternoon to see what the heck was going on with the gang.
The glass menagerie played itself out, with our one and only drama queen, convinced that he had swallowed one hell of a shard of his beer glass.
Paranoia hit, after a “bloody” episode.
Good thing he is having pork and sauerkraut tonight, so that this too shall pass.
He mentioned that he will be calling the doctor tonight, to see what the prognosis is.
Apparently his doctor is a combination of shrink and proctologist.
You know, one of those guys with his head up his ass.
Moving along, the Brainiac of the group is experimenting with a new drug.
So what if it costs $14,000 a year.
He gave us a demonstration of the procedure, via the internet.
A little needle pops out of a thingamajig, injecting serum into his body, to lower cholesterol.
He says it is his prick.
We asked him to show us, but he said we would need a magnifying glass to see it.
Of course, our Apple Man ordered fried chicken.
No wings tonight.
He thought he would try something new.
Chicken is chicken, unless of course, you are the porn star, who chokes his every morning, in the car, with his coffee.
Deep throat arrived, chirping and laughing, with great optimism, as usual.
All in all, it was another entertaining night, with our 2 favorite girls serving beverages.
I have a feeling about tomorrow: When the morning light comes streaming in, we’ll get up and do it again.