While it’s impossible to recount the hilarity that was my weekend with Erin (feat. The Kate as Roommate Extraordinaire) in town, I can declare with some confidence that the most brilliant idea we came up with was:
Me: I’d like to think that Fidel and Kissinger and McNamara still keep in touch, you know?
Erin: Maybe they get on the phone every afternoon and complain about back pains and how great the Cold War was.
Kate: Pinochle.
Me: Online.
Erin: And they totally watch the West Wing together.
Me, Kate: Totally.
Any other nuggets of brilliance from my weekend are either STRICTLY CLASSIFIED or COMPLETELY NONSENSICAL.
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and BETTING GAMES, too. man, if fidel just hadn’t flippin’ bet GITMO on a stupid ROUND OF TEXAS HOLD ‘EM. stupid man. stupid, wonderful man.
I have no idea what you’re talking about.
You mean this post was supposed to make sense? This underscores my theory that shrooms and estrogen are comprised of the same chemicals.
apparently, politicians on opposite sides of the COLD WAR having daily conversations ALA GRUMPY OLD MEN is only funny to the top 5 percent of the population.
jesus, people.
I made it home safely with no 18-hour delays, AND I checked your blog (cause, uh, I do that all the time). Some of the most brilliant humor isn’t intended for the masses.
But damn that was a funny mental image.
Ha!
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