There's lots of things I've appreciated on sticks before - juicy flanks of steak (Thanks, Ecuador) and corn dogs (Thanks, every state fair I've ever been to) - and generally speaking, I believe that the greasier and more unwieldy something is, the more it belongs on a stick. By that reasoning, funnel cake on a stick would be the apex of what I'm going for.
Whereas the image of my own head wasn't even a close second. Unwieldy? Hell yes. Greasy? Hm. What exactly were Jane and Seema trying to say when they made faces on a stick of me, Cathy, and Frank while staying at my house this past weekend?
I think they just really miss us.
And did they realize that Erik Estrada is my favorite celebrity? Why?
1. The obvious, CHiPS
2. His psychic network commercial in the early 90s
3. The fact that we share the same birthday?
Or just happy coincidence?
exhibits A-F of why we've been friends for almost 20 years
Posted by ronckytonk at 7:40 PM
Labels: are you f'in serious?, dirty whoredom, Los Angeles
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that's kind of spooky.
talk to you from africa.
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