Stella’s for Coffee

Summer is officially over. I guess it’s been over for a while now, but I have been holding on to every 70-degree day trying to make it a 90-degree day. We couldn’t take the biting wind out on Stella’s front patio so we headed inside and parked are grimy butts on a grimy ghetto-fabulous couch. Being inside was fine with me, but it was a little harder on the smokers (SSDiabolique and Anit-Shenry). Our conversation doddered about spastically as Nose Smasher(LC) obsessed over a Greek/English dictionary she found on one of Stella’s many esoteric bookcases. We pondered the viability of S.P.A.M.-icidal jelly and decided jelly like that shouldn’t be placed in any orifice of any living creature… now a dead creature like a goat is different story. We also rewrote the lyrics to Hendix’s Castles Made of Sand. Guess what we re-titled it… Castles Made of S.P.A.M. We weren’t sure if the castle would actually be constructed of the pink meat or the cans containing the pink meat. Hmm, “pink meat” makes me think of something else. What could it be? It’s on the tip of my tongue. I can’t figure it out. Oh well, guess it’s not important.
...and so it was written, shenry at 10/07/2002 03:47:00 PM.
...and so it was appended with .