Tuesday
Jun052007
Something is very wrong with me
Tuesday, June 5, 2007 at 12:51PM | Mr Lady
Last night, Forrest Whitaker and I were in an old house that had been converted into an usually tall apartment building being pursued by a group of small, yet surprisingly aggressive, spiders. They chased us through the bowels of the building and up several flights of stairs before we realized that A) Forrest Whitaker is a slow stair runner and B) that they were only after my mug of green tea. I sacrificed the steamy contents of my mug, but we had run so far UP the building that we knew we would never get to the kitchen in time again to make them more tea and save ourselves. As they began their pursuit again, I tossed them some of my sweet and sour cucumber salad that I was also carrying and after the blue scorpion gave it a little nibble, they took enough pause to eat it that we had time to get all the way to the attic. In the end, it was the closet full of old journals and Tostino's Party Pizzas that saved us all.
No one can resist a Tostino's Party Pizza.
No one can resist a Tostino's Party Pizza.
Reader Comments (6)
That is very true about the Party Pizza. It had saved me many a time.
God, it's totally true. Those pizzas rock, dude.
So, uh, where do the vampire Nazis from the future fit into this story?
If anyone can sympathize with bizarro dreams... I can. It sounds more like sweet and sour cucumber salad was the savior, as opposed to Party Pizzas. That being said, I *always* enjoy a party pizza (god knows why...)
[...] I have never seen a Freddy, Michael Myers, or Chucky movie. I’m quite susceptible to nightmares. Charlotte’s Web gave me one. [...]
The Keefer Sutherland death dream was almost as totally fucked up as the Forrest Whitaker Charlotte's web dream. http://tinyurl.com/23qbhyh