Sunday, July 06, 2008

all things favorite = sarcasm

A week has passed since we got back from the furnace called vegas. It was hot. really hot. I don't have photos, those stayed in vegas. i could give a showgirls shit about em. I was a bit of a wet blanket and I don't particularly mind. I got to stay on one of my favorite streets and got to see alot of my favorite oldest professionals (the dancing kinds). Really, I coulda done without. I DID get to play my "least favorite" slot machine and won just over a hundred bucks so that was a bonus. I didn't really drink too much, I didn't smoke any pot, and I got not a single lap dance. Go fig. Maybe it was my favorite heat. I did see my newest mancrush in Josh Holloway. He's good lookin.' I almost got the gumption to say something but I'm not one for bugging celebs with my fanboydom.

Dusty's back in commission...

We went and saw Tell No One today. Seriously, Tell Everyone. This was the whole picture. Suspense and alot of it. Murder, intrigue, good plot, good script, good music, good character development. It was subtle, beautiful (leave it to the French), and complex without confusing you. It was really good. I just wish it went on for another hour or two. It was really that good. Maybe I was just cleansing my palette from one of my "favorite" movies, Vantage Point, no, no link. It's only in limited release right now, but it won just about every french award there is for cinema and their history is deeper than Eisenstein's (pulled that outta mi culero)!

My 4th was uneventful. We doped up one of the kids so she wouldn't bark at the fireworks but she did, and it was difficult, and there was alot of vomiting. Hye is getting better after his mauling. I don't think I wrote about it but he got chewed on by a rottie that was really nervous cause her owners were being foreclosed upon and were moving out that day. He cost $300 to get patched up and the owner (that was being foreclosed upon) was taken aback that i asked him to pay for the bill (for fixing up my dog that was on a leash across the street walking by, friendly like). Asshole. I'm afraid I won't find him either. His dog attacked another dog in 2006 so it's moving closer to being euthanized. I don't want this for the dog. It was only protecting its' house which i assume she was concerned over the move out and the almost requisite nervosa. She was a rottweiler, thats what they do. Dumbass owner just didn't think and my pooch and myself paid the price (sic- euthanize deadbeat, non mortgage paying owners).

Other than that we went to the Aye-zook-ians for bbq and Mr A cooked some fine gouda bugers that were almost well worth the lashing I took upon getting home later...almost. it was a lashing. righteous lashing, but severe nonetheless. I have nothing to say, the nervous child was nervous again from the continued firework action and when theres enough of her going nuts, I have two females going nuts. I didn't do enough and thats enough said. The Barber is confirmed pregnant. That's gonna be a good lookin baby. Maybe it'll be a little ManBarber and i can coo coo coo roo all over him. Yes, thats creepy, but not that kinda creepy, really. But still creepy.

I gardened as well, it felt good, the 'maters are coming in with full force so i can eat many of them soon.

ummmmmm, thats it, i think... go see that movie, seriously.....


mmmmmmmmmmmm...i'm fine thank you, how are you?


salutations last.

2 Comments:

At 10:01 AM, Anonymous sayshuh said...

sorry to hear about the pooch bro - and I agree: Rotts do what they do, and its impossible to argue it any other way. A machine is built for a reason. A car to drive, a toaster to toast, a Rottweiler to guard and attack. Tell Hye I got his back and I would've kicked that dog to sleep. I love me some dogs, but nobody fucks with the Hye...

 
At 7:45 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why did you get lashed for eating gouda? Confused...

 

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