In an effort to rival the LA Dopefest, the BAD’s planned an evening of “Dancing in the Street”, Willow Glen, San Jose style.
Me and virtee headed on over to Lincoln Ave., where we encountered zyzzyva, who was searching for his lost pen. We then made our way through the thronging masses (Teeming Millions?) where we met up with Snooooopy, Sue Duhnym, and Mr. Duhnym. We all headed on over to the ticket booth to get tickets and wristbands and then on over to the Beer Tent.
Sea Diver and Jack Batty showed up, and much talking ensued. zyzz became infested with ants, so we moved to the curb. We managed to lose the Duhnyms somewhere in the crowd, but I assume they’re currently Dancing in the Street!
So we decided that the ticket dealy for drinks wasn’t cool, and have retired to chez virtee, where more drinking will ensue. Jack is besides himself with the Tower of Technology, and is trying to con everyone into playing PS2 games with him. He has also managed to be bitten by a snake, but more on that later.
The major question of the evening is: What do we want to drink? Will Jack die of his snakebite? Will food be provided? Stay tuned…
Ok, I’m turning this bad-assed-thread over to another BAD…
As we aproach the deadly white, recently shedded, southwestern, whatever-the-hell-it-is snake, in it’s natural element (a 35 gallon fish tank) I decide to approach it by it’s hind quarters … [sub]you have to imagine I’m talking with an Australian accent through this[/sub]
Oh, he’s a grumpy little bugger isn’t he? If you’ll notice how he looks as though he’s going to strike, but in my expertise I know that …
OW OW OW OH THAT LITTLE BLIGHTER BIT MY ARM. I’M GOING TO DIE!! OH THE HUMANITY!!
Oh, I’ve just been told that this little white serpent isn’t poisonous but Jesus Harold Christ does it smell bad.
More beer. We need more beer.
Ok, we need the antidote for Jack’s snakebite… I hear that copious amounts of alcohol are good for snakebite…
The current conversation is about “anus ground zero”, and everyone just got a good laugh out of some spam that I got. Apparently, there is a strawberry blonde that has a hot pussy waiting for me. And I don’t think she means cat.
Jack’s underwear doesn’t wear out at “anus ground zero” and he’s displaying what he means…
Let me tell you, if you ain’t never had your dick sucked by a caribou, well, you just ain’t never had your dick sucked.
[sub]hint - hint - I grew up in northern Maine. Get a map.[/sub]
The way this thread is going I’m reminded of Frank Zappa’s Joe’s Garage, (which for some reason has been popping up in my mind a lot lately) … ahem … “With a tongue like a cow, she can make you go ‘Wow.’”
I don’t know what any of you people are talking about. I have never seen a caribou, and if I did, I would probably pet his head and call him nice names like crazy carl, or Ed. But, I wouldn’t suck his dick, nor would he suck mine. We would just joke around. I might let him borrow my pen so he can draw a picture.
I jsut wanted to post in this thread to make it very clear. No caribou dick was sucked at the LA dopefest. But, I did eat cotton candy. If that tastes like caribou dick I take back everything I have said.
What if he borrowed your pen and drew a picture of what it would look like if you were sucking his big, meaty caribou dick, and then you looked at the picture and got all turned on?
