washing tentacles for Jasmin's cat with bowls in it

another phenomena with my risd friends is our inability to hear anything one another says correctly. it's probably our "creative minds" altering what we hear, pushing a common phrase to something utterly stupid. though i have no idea what was ACTUALLY said, i wrote down the phrase that seemed to have been misconstrued the furthest.

so the worst hearing of the weekend goes to me for hearing:
"washing tentacles for Jasmin's cat with bowls in it".
yup.

put pictures in waveabill in a dood movie

this weekend i took a trip to providence to visit some of my risd buddies, which always ends up in a hilarious shit show of sorts. things that are hysterical to us are generally not found amusing by others. here's a great example:

after leaving dinner on saturday night, we walked past a CVS pharmacy on our way to the car. We all sort of slowed as we passed their giant glowing sign, trying to decifer what it was exactly they were trying to sell, "Put pictures in waveabill in a dood movie". After probably a solid 20 seconds of confusion, we realized that someone had decidedly fucked with all the letters on the sign....it was HILARIOUS. we laughed for most of the night, yelling "waveabill dood movie" to one another until about 3 am. but much to our dismay, few others how found it as funny since. i guess maybe you just had to be there?

distractions

as i'm sitting at the computer, trying to update my website, i'm being ATTACKED by my own dad. here's how the aggravation has progressed:

first- he comes over singing the Dreidle song (however you spell dreidle...) and trying to poke me in the ear. i swat him away.

second-he comes over with a tiny toy house trying to poke my ear with it, still singing Jewish songs


third-he comes over carrying a 30 pound sewing machine trying to cram it into my head while still singing

fourth- now he's shining a flashlight at me. while singing.


fifth-now he's giggling and pointing a laser level at my forehead.

Noondnick

Word of the WEek:

Thanks to my Dad, we have a new word to add to our repertoire (ie zipper heads, illiots).

The word is: (n.) Noodnick
"Look at this fuckin' Noodnick ova heah, tryin' to cut me off. You
fuckin' Noodnick!"

Popcorn and Opera

it's been foreverrrrrrrrrr........sorry. here goes. my exciting blog:

last night, while up in my room,i could here my dad downstairs singing opera. is this so odd....not particularly...for him anyway. is he an opera singer? well, no, but, it's my dad. i come down stairs to investigate and there, in the kitchen is my dad, screaming/singing opera, the dog...and throwing popcorn at her. the dog, either attributed to her lack of sense or the captivating singing of my father, has barely noticed the popcorn surrounding her, or even stuck to the top of her head back and dangling from her ears. that's what i get for owning a cocker spaniel- loyal to the end with a pea sized brain.

my dad sees me and we both sort of freeze,
"dad? are you...singing, and throwing popcorn at the dog?"

he kind of turns red...
"omfg...you're standing in the kitchen throwing popcorn at the dog..and singing"

then we both nearly piss ourselves laughing for about ten minutes.

at least living at home is entertaining?