Had a
two hour sushi fest with a friend last night. I seldom am able to spend two hours with anyone for that period of time. Once the conversation turned to the quirks of our pets, it was time to go. That should just be a rule for anyone: When the conversation turns to the number of times you clean the litterbox...
just go home.
Unless you're elderly. Or insane. Then talk away.
After a few drinks with another friend on another night, I was told that my Natasha Richardson post was horribly offensive and that it indicated to her that I had "changed" and that I was a "dark and cynical person." That was the moment? I've got so many more awful moments on this site. I mean, what's funnier about a guy worrying about decorum when he jerks off? I think it's hilarious to worry about something that no one would ever know about, you know, like what's in a dude's spank bank. I've just got a unique sense of humor and maybe I write shit that I simply think is funny and hope that others will too, but that's not entirely my concern.
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Conversation in Vegas:Mike: "Dude, don't get me wrong, I think you're funny, but do you ever find yourself in a situation where you say something that you think is funny but it offends other people around you?"
Me: "Oh, fuck yeah."
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Well, have to go now. Those kittens and puppies aren't going to kick themselves, you know!
Evel Goochevel: out
