I was sitting on my couch a little earlier in my underwear watching TV(God, it’s great living alone). I didn’t have any clean bowls, so I was eating chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream out of the gallon container it comes in. I was in heaven, except for having to move it from thigh to thigh because i would get cold. I would have held it between my legs, but didn’t want any uncomfortable shrinkage. Nothing worse that a numb dick. Anyway, I’m watching TV, and then suddenly realize what I’m doing and thinking I should have called some friends to go out tonight. But it was already 10 o’clock and it was too late to get anybody.
It was then that I remembered something Dennis Miller said one time. He was talking about sitting on his couch watching tv at like 2 in the morning in some old sweat pants and a t-shirt. He was hunched into the back of the couch with a big bowl of popcorn sitting on his chest. When he wanted some popcorn, he’d drop his chin to puch the popcorn up a little and grab a couple of kernals with his tongue. It was at this point he depressingly realized he was not living la vida loca. I now know exactly how he felt.
Just something mundane and pointless I thought I’d share. Gotta go now. My ice cream’s starting to melt.
Feel free to grab a bowl.