turning tricks with your crucifix
First:
I love Grizz, and I love the use of Grizz as a punchline. For example, the following paraphrased interchange from "The Rural Juror":
Tracy: Jack Donaghy, I need sixty thousand dollars or they're going to take away my house!
Jack: Which house?
[Beat.]
Tracy: I need a hundred thousand dollars or they're going to take away both my houses!
Jack: Tracy, you've earned millions of dollars as a movie star. You don't have any savings? Who's your financial advisor?
Tracy: Grizz.
Grizz: World-Com, man. World-Com.
And then last night, when Tracy and Angie broke up:
Tracy: ... and Angie got custody of Grizz!
There were plenty of excellent moments, but Sobell over on Television Without Pity has recapped them wonderfully, so I'm going to direct you over there. However, I am definitely going to be calling my clothes "ham napkins" from now on.
So here's the part where you ask me what the best part of my night was. And by "best", I mean, "holding up a piece of paper with the word 'SARCASM' written on it in Sharpie" "Best", because it wasn't. Was it:
A) The wait at a red light that lasted the entirety of "Tales of Brave Ulysses"?
B) The customer that decided I was responsible that her husband couldn't find her?
She actually said:
"If I had gone to the information desk instead of having you page him, I would have found him sooner!"
C) The phone call from Kenny?
Which was actually kind of okay, although when I described to him the series of emails I received from Uncle Jean yesterday which was this WHOLE BIG THING about his [Jean's] Friday work schedule, and in one email he said, "so at least we'll see each other for an hour", Ken said, "Sounds like someone has a crush on you!"
Or D), wherein I told Jean that my greatest fear about me being responsible (sort of) of Time & Attendance wasn't that the boys were going to screw it up (although they are), it was that someone would slip and call me the Queen of T&A, and he responded JOKINGLY - JOKINGLY - that they already do?
No, my friends, the best part of the night was definitely E), where Jean waited on a hooker.
That's right, a hooker. From Tall Pines, Lewiston, which is apparently the red light district. I walked by this tall, thin, leggy woman wearing a short trench and apparently nothing else (it turned out later that she was indeed wearing hot pants), and Jean waiting on her. I had to turn around in Camping and walk by again, because I could not believe it. A hooker.
Then Kerri and I had the following conversation:
Kerri: She must be doing well, if she can afford to shop at the Retail Store.
Me: No, not really. She was after a bookpack, and those are about thirty bucks, which is, what, a hand job?
I've been told it's a dry heat in Hell. I'm okay with that.
I love Grizz, and I love the use of Grizz as a punchline. For example, the following paraphrased interchange from "The Rural Juror":
Tracy: Jack Donaghy, I need sixty thousand dollars or they're going to take away my house!
Jack: Which house?
[Beat.]
Tracy: I need a hundred thousand dollars or they're going to take away both my houses!
Jack: Tracy, you've earned millions of dollars as a movie star. You don't have any savings? Who's your financial advisor?
Tracy: Grizz.
Grizz: World-Com, man. World-Com.
And then last night, when Tracy and Angie broke up:
Tracy: ... and Angie got custody of Grizz!
There were plenty of excellent moments, but Sobell over on Television Without Pity has recapped them wonderfully, so I'm going to direct you over there. However, I am definitely going to be calling my clothes "ham napkins" from now on.
So here's the part where you ask me what the best part of my night was. And by "best", I mean, "holding up a piece of paper with the word 'SARCASM' written on it in Sharpie" "Best", because it wasn't. Was it:
A) The wait at a red light that lasted the entirety of "Tales of Brave Ulysses"?
B) The customer that decided I was responsible that her husband couldn't find her?
She actually said:
"If I had gone to the information desk instead of having you page him, I would have found him sooner!"
C) The phone call from Kenny?
Which was actually kind of okay, although when I described to him the series of emails I received from Uncle Jean yesterday which was this WHOLE BIG THING about his [Jean's] Friday work schedule, and in one email he said, "so at least we'll see each other for an hour", Ken said, "Sounds like someone has a crush on you!"
Or D), wherein I told Jean that my greatest fear about me being responsible (sort of) of Time & Attendance wasn't that the boys were going to screw it up (although they are), it was that someone would slip and call me the Queen of T&A, and he responded JOKINGLY - JOKINGLY - that they already do?
No, my friends, the best part of the night was definitely E), where Jean waited on a hooker.
That's right, a hooker. From Tall Pines, Lewiston, which is apparently the red light district. I walked by this tall, thin, leggy woman wearing a short trench and apparently nothing else (it turned out later that she was indeed wearing hot pants), and Jean waiting on her. I had to turn around in Camping and walk by again, because I could not believe it. A hooker.
Then Kerri and I had the following conversation:
Kerri: She must be doing well, if she can afford to shop at the Retail Store.
Me: No, not really. She was after a bookpack, and those are about thirty bucks, which is, what, a hand job?
I've been told it's a dry heat in Hell. I'm okay with that.