Me: The Night Writer, John Stewart; 50 years old and smart enough to have married my trophy wife first.
Commando with Confidence
Here are the Night-hens, sort of live blogging at Panera in SE Mpls., while having coffee.
MD: Instead of raisins, this should have currants in it.
TL: It should have chocolate chips.
TL: Why does my back always hurt?
MD: Because you kick people all night.
TL: I don't kick people all night.
MD: Then you kick them for two hours.
TL: I didn't kick people for two hours.
MD: Then you slapped, or punched, or whacked them with your bow staff when you're not kicking them.
TL: And it's only for an hour.
TL: Mom it's b-o, not bow.
MD: Ha Ha your staff has BO.
TL: Handy, isn't it?
TL: The Toga party was fun. (Referencing an event at the Nightwriter's work, yesterday)
MD: Did you have to wear a toga? I don't have a toga, I'm over-dressed.
TL: I saw a whole bunch of ladies walking past wearing togas and I said "What's with all the togas?" and they said, "Oh, were having a toga party, feel free to come over." Then I went, and chugged apple cider.
TL: There was a ring toss there with all the bottles stacked right next to each other and a sign that said 'Spin the Bottle' and I gasped. And then I saw a sign underneath it that said '(Just Kidding), Ring Toss'. There was a parade with a bunch of cross-dressing, ugly, old guys. Because the woman they chose as home-coming queen didn't want to do it, so they chose the next best person and it was a guy. The homecoming queen was wearing a white frilly dress and had a cigar in his mouth. He also had a mustache.
Hey, There goes the gym shorts and loafers guy.
MD: He's just wandering around.
RM: He's loafing.
TL: Go commando with confidence.
RM: Why did you say that?
MD: She's just into that kind of thing. Tell us, how does it feel?
TL: (With hand raised) It feels, it feels . . . . sigh.
A woman walking by whispers in RMs ear.
RM: (to lady) Well, thank you, bless your heart.
TL: What did she say?
RM: She said "You're a very attractive lady."
TL: You know this picture is going to ruin any credibility I have on the internet.
MD: You think you have credibility?
TL gives MD the evil eye.
RM: Oh, we need to go.
MD: Barnacles.
MD: That ends this session of whatever this is.
MD: Instead of raisins, this should have currants in it.
TL: It should have chocolate chips.
TL: Why does my back always hurt?
MD: Because you kick people all night.
TL: I don't kick people all night.
MD: Then you kick them for two hours.
TL: I didn't kick people for two hours.
MD: Then you slapped, or punched, or whacked them with your bow staff when you're not kicking them.
TL: And it's only for an hour.
TL: Mom it's b-o, not bow.
MD: Ha Ha your staff has BO.
TL: Handy, isn't it?
TL: The Toga party was fun. (Referencing an event at the Nightwriter's work, yesterday)
MD: Did you have to wear a toga? I don't have a toga, I'm over-dressed.
TL: I saw a whole bunch of ladies walking past wearing togas and I said "What's with all the togas?" and they said, "Oh, were having a toga party, feel free to come over." Then I went, and chugged apple cider.
TL: There was a ring toss there with all the bottles stacked right next to each other and a sign that said 'Spin the Bottle' and I gasped. And then I saw a sign underneath it that said '(Just Kidding), Ring Toss'. There was a parade with a bunch of cross-dressing, ugly, old guys. Because the woman they chose as home-coming queen didn't want to do it, so they chose the next best person and it was a guy. The homecoming queen was wearing a white frilly dress and had a cigar in his mouth. He also had a mustache.
Hey, There goes the gym shorts and loafers guy.
MD: He's just wandering around.
RM: He's loafing.
TL: Go commando with confidence.
RM: Why did you say that?
MD: She's just into that kind of thing. Tell us, how does it feel?
TL: (With hand raised) It feels, it feels . . . . sigh.
A woman walking by whispers in RMs ear.
RM: (to lady) Well, thank you, bless your heart.
TL: What did she say?
RM: She said "You're a very attractive lady."
TL: You know this picture is going to ruin any credibility I have on the internet.
MD: You think you have credibility?
TL gives MD the evil eye.
RM: Oh, we need to go.
MD: Barnacles.
MD: That ends this session of whatever this is.