THE RINGING DIDN'T WAKE US - WE HAD TO GET UP TO ANSWER THE PHONE ANYWAY!
Saturday morning! We were awakened at the ungodly hour of 11a.m. by the incesent ringing of our telephone. It was some telemarketer wanting to know if we wanted to renew our subscription to "Leg Warmer Quarterly." He said if renewed right then he'd even throw in a free video of "High School Leg Warmers Gone Wild." Look, we only get it for the articles and the photography is way too grainy anyway. Why do these idiots call so early? We've tried to get our number on the do not call list, but apparently you can't register prepaid cellphones.
Anyway, since we were now wide awake we decided we might as well get up and get an early start on the day. As you know we just got home from an 11,000 mile ride on our Harley around the perimeter of the United States, so it's time for some major work on the ole' bike. We headed over to Palm Springs Harley to stock up on oil and grease and parts and chrome stuff. No issues there, but on the way home we stopped at the grocery store and that's when it all started downhill. First, we both want to state for the record that we did not start the fight - but we sure finished it.
We were in the cooking oil isle with Kevin commenting on the various benefits of Mazola over Crisco when some righteous old bat took offense and asked him to not talk that way in front of her kids. Ok, her kids are teenagers and the girl we're sure we saw last week doing lap dances at the strip club out by the highway. Trust us when we tell you that she knows more about Mazola then we'll ever learn from Leg Warmer Quarterly. Anyway, the discussion degenerated and next thing we know, she's throwing bottles of corn oil at us. We caught the first few, but after that they started hitting the floor and exploding like grenades at Iwo Jima. We beat a hasty retreat to the vegetable section where Kevin began a discussion of the relative merits of carrots versus cucumbers and, well, you can imagine the rest. Tomorrow is Sunday so we'll be watching football, eating junk food and drinking cheap beer. See ya then...
COULDN'T GET ANY PICS AT THE STORE - BUT HERE ARE SOME FROM TONIGHT'S PARTYING!
Prepaid cellphones are GREAT! - They can't be traced. The 900 number on speakerphone pissed them off!
We had to go anyway - Stacy drained the keg! Stephanie & Jim are in that mass of humanity!
Anyway, since we were now wide awake we decided we might as well get up and get an early start on the day. As you know we just got home from an 11,000 mile ride on our Harley around the perimeter of the United States, so it's time for some major work on the ole' bike. We headed over to Palm Springs Harley to stock up on oil and grease and parts and chrome stuff. No issues there, but on the way home we stopped at the grocery store and that's when it all started downhill. First, we both want to state for the record that we did not start the fight - but we sure finished it.
We were in the cooking oil isle with Kevin commenting on the various benefits of Mazola over Crisco when some righteous old bat took offense and asked him to not talk that way in front of her kids. Ok, her kids are teenagers and the girl we're sure we saw last week doing lap dances at the strip club out by the highway. Trust us when we tell you that she knows more about Mazola then we'll ever learn from Leg Warmer Quarterly. Anyway, the discussion degenerated and next thing we know, she's throwing bottles of corn oil at us. We caught the first few, but after that they started hitting the floor and exploding like grenades at Iwo Jima. We beat a hasty retreat to the vegetable section where Kevin began a discussion of the relative merits of carrots versus cucumbers and, well, you can imagine the rest. Tomorrow is Sunday so we'll be watching football, eating junk food and drinking cheap beer. See ya then...
COULDN'T GET ANY PICS AT THE STORE - BUT HERE ARE SOME FROM TONIGHT'S PARTYING!
Prepaid cellphones are GREAT! - They can't be traced. The 900 number on speakerphone pissed them off!
We had to go anyway - Stacy drained the keg! Stephanie & Jim are in that mass of humanity!
Kevin and Stacy are at it again! We both think you're back those 30 packs of Coors Light. We can tell by the way you are conducting yourselves in a public place.we thought we had you weaned down to a 24 pack. We were pretty proud of you. Oh well we tried, but we still love you anyway.
guy and cary.
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Lies, all lies. Jim and I were tucked quietly into bed watching the 700 Club while those two were out partying. The nerve of some people...and just for the record, it's the butter-flavored soybean oil they sell next to the microwave popcorn that really does the trick!
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You guys definitly get the prize for the most hilarious adventures. I wish we could have seen the look on the ole bags face. Cracking us up...hope to see you soon
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