Cough-ee

Ah, Coffee Crew went quite well, me, SSDiabolique, Anti-Shenry, mom, Rack-rocker(LC), and Tiff. Tiff was a new participant. She’s a regular at our gym and we thought, “Ah, what the hell,” and invited her. Fun stuff, good coffee, lots o’ laughs. The discussion took a turn for the worse when we started debating the functionality of hairy asses. The highlight of the coffee experience came when I stretched the collar of my shirt down to mid chest and squished my pectorals together. “What’s this?” I asked nodding to my distorted hairy chest. “It’s my butt!” I am so goddamn funny! It did look surprisingly like a hairy ass crack, the two round chest muscles pushed against each other with my ugly course body hair shooting all over the place. Ha, ha! That’s about when Rack-rocker decided to pay attention and add her own three-year-old wisdom to the discussion, “No daddy! It’s not hairy on the butt, it’s hairy in the butt.” How does she know these things? When did she get that good a look at my bum? Ah, to be three again.

We all got sick from coffee gut and retired to our apartment where we had quite a riot surfing the web for anti-evolution sites and bonsai kitty pictures. And as our surfing peaked to the crescendo of Metallica’s Disposable Heros the Mormon Missionaries entered… =gasp=

To be continued…

...and so it was written, shenry at 7/29/2002 03:03:00 PM.
...and so it was appended with .