Upon arrival, we called the woman and complained that we thought it had at least 3 bedrooms. She responded indignantly "But a 3-bedroom home wouldn't sleep 10 people!" and we were like "Right. Only a one-room trailer can do that."
Luckily we had plenty of liquid happiness and Cheryl was a quote factory:
- "And she said I wasn't fulfilling my potential. Why? Because I'm dating a dirtbag who is always peeing blood?"
- "It was like a ski-lift, or a gondola, or a ferris wheel, or a people mover. But more awesome."
- "We still have two of our New Years dolmas left!"
- "This song is very European."
- "If my bladder shopped at Nordstrom, it would be in petites."
- "I fucking love the Dead....they rock me."
- "Look! The tree has its own mound! (hip gyration) I could never hula-hoop."
- "I used to think my mom was smarter than me until we got that C+ when she wrote my Evita paper in college."
- "Pee pee. That felt good."
- "Let's pretend it's summer camp and all tell ghost stories. And switch beds. (pause) (switch to pirate voice) Yo-Ho, let's switch beds!"
- "I got marshmallows on my gingerbread pants."
3 comments:
I would have appreciated a picture of all of you sitting cross-legged in your individual bunks. No room at the inn.
And my bladder also shops in juniors.
I'm not sure where Hip E.'s bladder shops then. A doll house?
Hahaha. Keep it up, I think I'm getting Pissed Off Bladder Syndrome.
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