Popcorn...nuthin' but popcorn!
Me talking about popcorn must be pretty annoying because it has no real value other than that... Yeah, there is no real value about popcorn stories, but, I'm gonna tell one anyway. I'd found a "Vintage"/older than I am, popcorn popper on Ebay. I mark it for when bid closes so that I may outbid and OWN said popcorn popper. Yeah...I forgot to make a bid for the damned thing. What's a hispandex like me to do without his very own, older than me, 70's yellow popcorn popper to do?! Call the best man, of course. Having called tonyroomz and having the following conversation.
SJ: "I need you to bail me out."
Tony: "Of jail?" (that was actually my line, but go with me on this...).
SJ: "Nope...an Ebay auction."
Tony: "Does this have anything to do with that stupid popcorn popper thing?"
SJ: "No. Well, yeah, it does."
Tony: "I thought you bought it already."
SJ: "I forgot to bid on it before I walked out the door and it'll be over before I can get home."
Tony: "(insert laughter and finger pointing) Dumbass!"
SJ: "Yeah, I know...bid for it for me, will ya?"
Tony: "Ya, okay...$100 okay?"
SJ: "NO! TEN BUCKS! JUST 10!"
Tony: "One hundred it is..."
SJ: "You suck"
Tony: "Ha ha, okay...bid is in (after much yelling and spelling of username and password)."
SJ: "Thanks bud!"
Tony: "Talk to ya later!"
So, onto our Valentine's Day (night out). Since we're saving for the wedding, we decided not to splurge on this night usually reserved for a nice dinner and a show. We just opted for a show and a slice of pizza! No candle lights, though. A good thing when you've been diagnosed with life-threatening cases of "butterfingers", "lead foot" and "not really knowing how loud you really are" syndromes. And onto the show! We decided to watch Music & Lyrics with Hugh Grant (no bj jokes, please) and Drew Barrymore (no Tom Green jokes, please). It was a cute movie and while not Oscar worthy, it was a bubblegum movie that left us with the feel good feelings as we left into the cold, cold, cold night air. Ah-HAH! You thought I was done, didn't you, my little Smurfs?! Before I let you leave, I shall recite to you "The Tale of The Flying Popcorn, Hidden Butter". While enjoying our cutesy lil movie, there was a lull. A lull you say? Yep...big friggin' lull when you've eaten too much popcorn and are just holding the warm popcorn container. Just holding it...whenallofasudden! Whoooosh! There it goes! Tumbling from Wendy's fingers, watching in slow motion as she flails about trying to get a hold of that most slippery of containers! Watching as it slowly, oh so slowly upends and falls with a silent crash onto the floor and onto an old lady's head as she sleeps through the movie! Mind you, it was only a handful of kernals bouncing near her head. I chuckle. Well, I "think" I chuckle. I got that syndrome, y'know. Then Wendy joins in the laughter and profuse apologies are given for the disturbance. Wouldn't y'know it...that damned old lady just got up and sat in some other seat to try and get her rest!
Oh...by the way. I lost the damned popcorn popper by $1.51 cents! Damnit!
SJ: "I need you to bail me out."
Tony: "Of jail?" (that was actually my line, but go with me on this...).
SJ: "Nope...an Ebay auction."
Tony: "Does this have anything to do with that stupid popcorn popper thing?"
SJ: "No. Well, yeah, it does."
Tony: "I thought you bought it already."
SJ: "I forgot to bid on it before I walked out the door and it'll be over before I can get home."
Tony: "(insert laughter and finger pointing) Dumbass!"
SJ: "Yeah, I know...bid for it for me, will ya?"
Tony: "Ya, okay...$100 okay?"
SJ: "NO! TEN BUCKS! JUST 10!"
Tony: "One hundred it is..."
SJ: "You suck"
Tony: "Ha ha, okay...bid is in (after much yelling and spelling of username and password)."
SJ: "Thanks bud!"
Tony: "Talk to ya later!"
So, onto our Valentine's Day (night out). Since we're saving for the wedding, we decided not to splurge on this night usually reserved for a nice dinner and a show. We just opted for a show and a slice of pizza! No candle lights, though. A good thing when you've been diagnosed with life-threatening cases of "butterfingers", "lead foot" and "not really knowing how loud you really are" syndromes. And onto the show! We decided to watch Music & Lyrics with Hugh Grant (no bj jokes, please) and Drew Barrymore (no Tom Green jokes, please). It was a cute movie and while not Oscar worthy, it was a bubblegum movie that left us with the feel good feelings as we left into the cold, cold, cold night air. Ah-HAH! You thought I was done, didn't you, my little Smurfs?! Before I let you leave, I shall recite to you "The Tale of The Flying Popcorn, Hidden Butter". While enjoying our cutesy lil movie, there was a lull. A lull you say? Yep...big friggin' lull when you've eaten too much popcorn and are just holding the warm popcorn container. Just holding it...whenallofasudden! Whoooosh! There it goes! Tumbling from Wendy's fingers, watching in slow motion as she flails about trying to get a hold of that most slippery of containers! Watching as it slowly, oh so slowly upends and falls with a silent crash onto the floor and onto an old lady's head as she sleeps through the movie! Mind you, it was only a handful of kernals bouncing near her head. I chuckle. Well, I "think" I chuckle. I got that syndrome, y'know. Then Wendy joins in the laughter and profuse apologies are given for the disturbance. Wouldn't y'know it...that damned old lady just got up and sat in some other seat to try and get her rest!
Oh...by the way. I lost the damned popcorn popper by $1.51 cents! Damnit!