IncrediHole
What’s happened since we last spoke? Good question. I hardly remember myself.
I got altitude sickness again… that was fun. I bought a beautiful ornate dagger and sheath, much to the amusement of Jenna and Rachel. I guess you’d have to have testosterone pumping through your system to truly appreciate something so lovely.
Tonight the infamous Judd drove up to Estes to hang with me. We had a great time, talked about our women… talked to our women. It became evident within seconds of being seated at the restaurant that the waitress was hot and bothered for Judd. He played it off brilliantly, and now she thinks Judd and I are married. Oh well. The conversation was as heartwarming as it was completely manly and non-gay.
We have had some very interesting parallels in our lives as we met the women of our dreams on Diaryland… We’re even visiting each other on all of the same dates. Very fun. There were so many parallels it made us do an exuberant high five. Then Jenna called to check up on me, err… say hi.
Here is Judd whispering sweet nothings to my Jenna:
As you can see, he’s giving her the skank eye. You should have seen the expression on my face when I realized what was happening! Oh, here it is:
In the end, we got the hot and bothered waitress to take a picture of us being manly and non-gay. As you can see below, Judd has his manly beer, and I have manly knives in both hands.
I only wish I had brought my dagger with me… the picture would have been even more manly than it already is, if that’s even possible.
Thanks for caring, feygs.
Pete
That Judd guy? Hot.
Oh, how I long to have seen the two of you pose with that dagger….
Oh, FYI; dearie:
macadam
n 1: broken stone used in macadamized roadways 2: a paved surface having compressed layers of broken rocks held together with tar [syn: tarmacadam, tarmac]
Source: WordNet ® 2.0, © 2003 Princeton Universit
…See also:
http://www.highwaysmaintenance.com/hramac.htm
Enjoy! xoxo
That RandomStalker? Wife.
Nice try at being all mysterious honey.
And DUDE, I believe that waitress was asking YOU were you were from and got the giggles from YOU when I said “Germany” and you said, “Issint zat veerd?”
Besides… I thought the high-five meant we ARE married… feyg.
I mochte biere mit Sie haben! Das macht spaB! Aber, ich mag bourbon besser. mmmmmm
Es gut geschmecht, wenn es meine Lippen beruhrt!
Hey now, don’t be sexist! *I* happen to like swords and daggers… and pricks. o:-)
There I go getting all moist and creamy again…
Dammit Rik. What the hell does that say!?
I guess I can tell you here what Judd said to me when you got up to use the lavatory…
Somthing along the lines of, “Jenna, let me tell you something. I am positive I will never have to kick the shit out of this guy for you. You did GOOD. He’s great! And considering the source, that speaks volumes.”
To which I replied: “*giggle-swoon-sigh-nod* I know!!! Isn’t he totally great!? I love him…”
Yea, it all sounds very non gay. I’m not sure if it’s the wife beater t shirt, or the way you are gazing at Judd, but yea, if you want to use the words “non-gay” to describe your internet play date, then I’ll play along..
Non gay….yea. Ok…what ever you say…
It’s true… if the table hadn’t been between us, I would have jumped on him…
You’re giant throbing flexcing muscles must have ripped the sleeves right off the shirt.
Looks like judd dribbled somehting all over the front of his shirt.
Let’s just call it “incrdiejuice” and move on.
Why doesn’t anyone ever visit the west coast?
Pete, that ring you’re wearing looks alot like a ring I own. Please tell me where you got it.
I’m frightend.
UMKC – It was made by Jostens.
Ok mine was ICC and also jostons but I got it for playing in a football contest known as a “bowl Game” you may have seen one of the more elite of these contests on the television around New Years day. I never played in those. I was broken early. I’m still bitter about it. Stop mocking me with your higher education.
feyg!!
AT least you got a ring, my parents never bought me a class ring. *sob*
Well, if it’s any consolation, I had to buy my own…