Last night I had one of those nights - the ones that are wont to happen when I hang out with my insane and gay, possibly insanely gay roommate Scott. We got sloshed, and he proceeded to flirt with the companion of an acquaintence, one thing led to another, and wouldn't you know it, Scott's new admirer was trying to choke him with some vines he pulled off a tree. Scott's a little shaken up about the whole experience. That's what he gets for agreeing to take the weirdo to the store to buy a cigar. The dude looked like Pee-Wee Herman. Good thing Pee-Wee was too wasted to follow through on his homicidal tendencies and do any damage to my poor Scott.
I can't wait to see The Aristocrats. Read about on Slate.
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"The dude looked like Pee-Wee Herman."
As much as that guy we met in New Orleans?
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