Hey, it's a big day for our drummer Mikey Mike. Everyone be sure to congratulate him - he finally sprouted pubes!
Wait, I wasn't supposed to tell you about that part. Oh yeah - it's his birthday! Hooray for Mikey! Hip hip! In honor of this very rare and illustrious anniversary of his birth, there is a party in his trousers and everyone is invited. Except me, of course.
Let me ask you a little question on social graces, because quite frankly I'm a bit of an asocial oaf and sometimes I have a little trouble picking up on the more subtle signals people send. Completely hypothetically, let's say a drummer in a local power pop band is having a little birthday get-together. And let's posit, just as an example, that he invites all his friends and every member of his band to said soiree EXCEPT his handsome and charming bassist. In fact, say that said handsome and charming bassist wouldn't even know about the birthday bash except he heard about it from a third-party (out-of-state even!) source. Would that tell you:
a) Said drummer was planning on giving said bass player a very special personal invitation, including a trumpet flourish, perhaps a ribbon and maybe even a sloppy hoofjob from Signor Yazul, the world-renowned mountain goat slut flown in special from the craggy cliffs of Nepal.
b) Said drummer is sick of people confusing him with said bass player because of their slight passing physical resemblance, which would result in much birthday confusion and quite possibly less cake for him.
c) Said drummer cowers in fear the mighty birthday spanking that will inevitably come from the bassist's massive, ripply forearms.
d) Said drummer is the head waiter at the hot new restaurant Chez Douchebag.
Any thoughts out there, my little Miss Mannerseseses?
Wait, I wasn't supposed to tell you about that part. Oh yeah - it's his birthday! Hooray for Mikey! Hip hip! In honor of this very rare and illustrious anniversary of his birth, there is a party in his trousers and everyone is invited. Except me, of course.
Let me ask you a little question on social graces, because quite frankly I'm a bit of an asocial oaf and sometimes I have a little trouble picking up on the more subtle signals people send. Completely hypothetically, let's say a drummer in a local power pop band is having a little birthday get-together. And let's posit, just as an example, that he invites all his friends and every member of his band to said soiree EXCEPT his handsome and charming bassist. In fact, say that said handsome and charming bassist wouldn't even know about the birthday bash except he heard about it from a third-party (out-of-state even!) source. Would that tell you:
a) Said drummer was planning on giving said bass player a very special personal invitation, including a trumpet flourish, perhaps a ribbon and maybe even a sloppy hoofjob from Signor Yazul, the world-renowned mountain goat slut flown in special from the craggy cliffs of Nepal.
b) Said drummer is sick of people confusing him with said bass player because of their slight passing physical resemblance, which would result in much birthday confusion and quite possibly less cake for him.
c) Said drummer cowers in fear the mighty birthday spanking that will inevitably come from the bassist's massive, ripply forearms.
d) Said drummer is the head waiter at the hot new restaurant Chez Douchebag.
Any thoughts out there, my little Miss Mannerseseses?
10 Comments:
Mike only invites people who are on Myspace.
e) Said drummer has invited former Bass player in your stead.
Mikey knew you needed time to catch up on Family Guy episodes.
e) Said drummer has invited former Bass player in your stead.
If I see Roderick there, I swear I will bite off his short and curlies.
If I see Roderick there, I swear I will bite off his short and curlies.
Good to see your obsession is moving away from balls towards the pubes. I suspect we'll all be hearing in detail about everyone's (especially Mike's) pubes in the next couple of years. I can't wait!
I was referring to the short and curlies on the top of his head.
I was referring to the short and curlies on the top of his head.
Sure. And when you speak of Mike's balls, you're referring to his eye balls.
We'll Im gonna have to go with all of the above on that one!
if it helps brendo, i have it on good authority that mike's actual brother (the biological one) heard about this party for the first time upon logging on and reading your journal so he shares your pain. On the plus side i hear he got up at 4am and ate all the ice cream that was to go with the cake so he views himself as ahead in the game.
I've actually eaten at Chez Douchebag. You know what's good there? The pan-seared douchebag.
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