Last weekend was The Annual Chili Cook-Off in Westport. I hung out with Nancy, Chuck H, Vance H, and Joey. Well, they hung out while I got overserved; Again. You know it was a good night when you can’t remember if you paid your tab.
One of the booths was selling venison chili. I’m not an avid hunter, but I think deer hunting season is in November. Carrying the one, that means the meat in their concoction was almost a year old. Thanks, but no thanks.
I always recommend going to Church, but I was rethinking my decision last Sunday after spending the previous day eating twenty different types of chili. During Mass, I started having bathroom issues. Shocker. Then the devil popped on my shoulder and tried convincing me that it was okay to hike my left butt cheek and let one rip. I ignored the demons, but I imagine a fart against the wooden pew would have created some serious reverberation.
List of projects I’m currently working on:
- Making a list of people living at Melrose Place that I believe could snap at any moment
- Making a list of things that piss me off
- Concept for a sitcom
Note: #2 may never get completed because it continues to grow every day.
Can’t Tase This – Thanks, TJ.
These guys remind me of Tom & Stocky Sean getting ready to go out to the clubs. (Warning: Contains profanity) – Thanks, George G.
Well the talk on the street says you might go solo. A good friend of mine saw you leavin’ by the back door.
Benny