Maybe he had a two-for-one coupon from the funeral home? 
We were driving to the next place on our family vacation, and the road was two lanes in each direction. The shoulder was under construction and curbs were to be installed. No construction was occurring on this day. The right lane was stopped by a car. A guy stood by the drivers door, and a lady by the passenger door. There were a couple steel reinforcement rods entering the car grill and exiting the drivers door. They were so lucky that day, I of course could not stop laughing.
A friend and co-worker told me (over instant messenger) that the girl she’d been seeing/sleeping with/falling head-over-heels for for a few weeks had called her that morning after a one night “how could I say no?” romp in the hotel bed of Ron “The Hedgehog” Jeremy.
As my friend regularly does stand-up comedy, I laughed, thinking it was a joke and typed “ha!”
Then she typed “F*ck you”, and I realized that it was not a joke, and then I really laughed…hard. But since I’d somehow scrounged up some tact, I managed to just type: “Dude…that’s fucked up.”
Ok…maybe it’s still funny…
:eek:
That’s pretty unique, there. Your FOAF slept with Ron Jeremy! The closest I’ve ever come (heh, heh) to achieving such fame is sleeping with the cousin of a local amatuer porn star. Whenever I tell a male under the age of 30 from East County about my former friend-with-benefits, they recognize the last name and say “Oh my god! Is she Terri _____'s sister?” “Well, er, no, she’s her cousin.” “Wow, you’ve been with Terri _____'s cousin! I’m so jealous!” Apparently Terri went out into the desert and had a good time with approximately forty 18-ish-year-old males of Lakeside, CA and put it all on video and every male in the “porn demographic” in Lakeside (and El Cajon, and Santee, and…) has seen it. I haven’t seem it or met Terri, but I wonder if I should for history’s sake. “Hi Terri, I don’t know you, but you’ve made me locally famous by association.”
One of my friends dated a porn star once. He only found out about her occupation after they broke up and he came across her pictures (pun intended) on the internet one day while surfing for porn.
I was on a big conference call a few weeks ago – four or five people in different states. One of my coworkers joined in late on his cell phone. He had bad news – his mom had been visiting and had slipped and broken her arm. He was actually at the hospital with her right then. So he couldn’t participate in the call, and, in fact, would probably be out of the office for the next few days. Everybody was very understanding: “Take all the time you need … don’t worry about work … we’ll manage”, that sort of thing.
The worst of it, he said, was that this was the fifth time she’d broken her arm in the same place.
“Maybe she shouldn’t go to that place any more,” I said.
Even he thought it was funny.
That makes two of us. Those damn cassocks are not one-size-fits-all, no matter what the Father said.