I speak Drunkenese. Who knew?

After a long, exciting night up in Corning, NY with my boys (and girl), I had to wake up at 6am to make sure Mr. Caveman got out the door to work on time. I was still drunk at that time, stumbling around the house and yelling at my partner in crime to wake up.

Finally he got out of bed and I immediately crashed after saying something along the lines of, "Dun forgt yer sub, crap in car, night." How attractive.

I guess I slept for a few minutes because I don't remember what happened during that time, but I came to as he was just about ready to leave and realized that I was overheating. Unable to get up from the soft bed to turn on the air conditioner, I immediately began yelling, "AZ! AZ!" into my pillow. Like that was going to work. And it didn't occur to me to take off my sweatshirt and the two heavy blankets that were covering me.

And to top it off..

"DOG! DOG, NO!"

"What's wrong?"

"THE DOG!"

"She's sleeping on the couch."

"WUZZAT NOISE?"

"The air conditioner."

"Uh."

Some days I have no idea why he even puts up with me. But then again, if he was completely trashed and unable to function, I'd take care of him too.

RAIV LOVES CORNING! LOTS OF JAGER!

This comment amuses me.

Well, I finally got some time to update here and came across this oh-so-witty comment from Mac C Da Pimp on my last post:

"you are carpetmuncher and love to eat Conch. How much more of a dyke can you be? the possibilitys are endless unless you stay psychedelic your doomed. this is just a comment from a real mutha fucka from broward county so get on my fuckin level (954) 292 5903

July 31, 2007 10:34 PM"

Well.
I'm quite impressed with your typing and vocabulary. I expected less from someone like you.

I'd also like to mention that I'm ten times straighter than you will ever be. Come on, Mac C Da Pimp? Is that really your name? I'm willing to bet you're just some dorky ass wannabe who gets beaten up a lot. Either that or gay. (I apologize to any gays whom I may have offended. I have no problem with homosexuality and hardly ever mock it, situations like this being the exception.)

And I don't want to know whether you're a "mutha fucka" or not. Your personal life is not my business.

Broward County? Where the hell is that? And why would I care where you're from?

And why are you giving me your number? Is this how you try to pick up dates? Dude.. you've got a long way to go. You will never be a pimp with those moves.

Word.