THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
So I went up to Thousand Oaks (Pokey Oaks) to see Liesa, our Thousand Oaks friend (Official Okie).
And, let me tell you- Anarchy Tennis, poodle skirts, and fishnets DO NOT mingle well together.
Anarchy tennis is fun though. We played Boobs vs. No Boobs. (It's a long story). As for the anarchy part- it involved over five tennis balls, Amazon Warrior shreiks, and lots and lots of ball jokes.
And quite a lot of rather (entirely) horrible singing.
We actually went to go find out (ha) what we intended to do for whole big woopdeedo service project thing.
The ideas we put forth were collecting silent films for the blind and used records for the deaf.
It didn't go over well.
All the other ideas involved Compton. Which I think is funny.
After that fiasco- and several potstickers- we elected our official "board".
It struck us how very boring the typical President, Vice President, Secretary, Treasurer thing would be.
So instead we had Supreme and Holy Dictator of All, Under Dictator, Scribe, Arch Duke, and Court Jester.
Her name was El Rash-o.
I swear, we'll be thirty something and still be throwing lettuce at each other and poking each other with forks under the table every time we go to a restraunt.
Sometimes, it's unhealthy to have had the same friends for over ten years.
QUOTE(S) OF THE DAY:
"It's a simple concept- there's a hole. And you put...Things in it."
"Yes, was that the plastic shoebox for those cardboard shoes?"
"AIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIAI!"
"I have a fore hurt on my ache head....Wait..."
"Yeah, Niki, don't eat that- it's made of monkey brains. And remember, cannibalism is bad."