the Friday Riders
Yeah. That's what I'm talkin' about (Esse es que yo hablo!).... with celestial fireworks & all....
posted by wendy lewis at 8/23/2005 04:13:00 PM
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Yeah. That's what I'm talkin' about (Esse es que yo hablo!).... with celestial fireworks & all....
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Here in all it's glory, the FAM that gelled around the impending nuptualists and stuck for a few solid days and nights and days.
We exploded across the sky, we did, trying to imitate what we saw in the heavens.
Yeah, good times.
I miss it and look forward to it, too.
Fatguy (Proper Noun):
It was a drak night in the Daniels' kitchen. Leatrice greeted Boyce and myself and in her best "I've had just enough gin, but I'd enjoy some more" voice, she asked, "Now, who's that fat guy behind you?"
That fat guy was none other than 130 pound or so Scott Bowman. From then on, he was simply Fatguy. And yes, he does have a fat heart. He's also been called Factguy.
Now, back to our program! Ah, stars .... exploding.
And I quote, "It was a drak night...."
That was SOOOOO drak, dude!
Boy, I hate to kill the rumor mill. The fake stories of my fatness always outshined the truth.
Boyce:"Just me and that Scott guy."
Leatrice:"FAT guy?"(we didn't hang with any large folks, and she found Boyce's apparent dig at my reverse-girth shocking)
And thus it began.
For no reason, other than it 'twas thus.
well said, buggy. well said.
I've got another one. It starts thus:
FDR had a funny feeling that day as he rolled through the Oval Office.......
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